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"Forfeit the game, before somebody else takes you out of the game,

Put your name shame, cover up your face, you can't win the race,

The pace is too fast, you just won't last"

-Points of Authority, by Linkin' Park (D'ya know I memorized this rap since I was seven?)

Chapter two: And the stage is set

"PROFESSOR DIPPET!!!"

Dippet? Headmaster Dippet? Why are they calling someone who has died decades ago? What's more unusual is that they didn't run off screaming. I'm pretty sure that if ever they see me in a bathing suit they'll still run off screaming. It's me, after all.

A small, portly but gentle-looking man came bustling into the room saying "What is all the commotion about-" He paused speaking. Seeing Voldemort and Harry's position, the man stood rooted at the spot, unable to find the right words to say. His mouth opened and closed like a fish for a moment. After a while, he finally said"BOYS! GET UP THIS INSTANT! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, DOING THAT IN MY CLASSROOM?! GET OUT!"

Voldemort bristled at this. You dared call me a boy?! He stood up, meaning to torture the man and put sense into his brains but then Potter held his arm down. "Don't, Tom." Voldemort hissed in rage at Potter's use of his name, but then he noticed the arm that Potter was holding, it didn't look deathly white, it looked….young. And that's when he noticed that his eyes in the reflection on the windows wasn't red but his normal blue eyes….Potter leaned in closer to him, and in a low voice (which, in Voldemort's opinion, sounded hot) "You're sixteen years old."

Sixteen. Sixteen and normal.

Great, just great. Not only did these children see me in an embarrassing position with Potter of all people, he just had to be sixteen again……and mortal. If his guess is correct, that whatever happened just now that might be time travel or an alternate world, had de-aged him back when he hadn't made any horcrux yet…

He inhaled sharply.

For the first time in decades, it was finally possible.

For the first time in years, he can now actually die.

And the person that can do just that is currently staring at his face right at this very moment.

Harry bit back a growl. What the bloody fuck is wrong with this bastard?! What, he doesn't know that he doesn't look even a tad bit scary right now? Hoping that the audience watching them thinks that he's making a suggestive comment, Harry said in a low voice, "You're sixteen years old." Harry noticed that Voldemort inhaled sharply and unreadable emotions flickered across his handsome face. Voldemort said nothing to him, looking like he spaced out. Harry shook his head and stood up, 'accidentally' stepping on Voldemort's hand in the process. "I'm sorry" Harry mumbled to the man named Dippet. Dippet eyed him suspiciously. "Who are you and your boyfriend, boy? How did you get inside Hogwarts?" "Um, I don't know." Harry said. How he came to be in Hogwarts was mysterious, but realizing that you don't even recognize a single student there nor knowing who the teacher is was downright alarming…… Harry, with practiced ease, grabbed Voldemort and his wand on the ground, and ran, dodging everyone that tried stopping him by using his knowledge of shortcuts through Hogwarts. He didn't care whether Voldemort was growling at him right now; he only cared about reaching the seventh floor to hide from the other people who thought the dark lord was fucking him on the floor. He finally reached the location, and wished for a place that others wouldn't be able to follow him. After that, he simply shoved the glaring dark lord inside and threw himself at a comfortable-looking couch that appeared.

"POTTER!"

"mmm?"

"WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO DRAG ME AROUND LIKE A RAG DOLL?!"

"Well, if you had just said something earlier then maybe I wouldn't have bothered saving you along." Voldemort stayed silent….

Then asked"Why did you take me with you, Potter? You could just have easily left me there."

Harry shrugged. "Instincts kicked in and I just did." Harry closed his eyes with his wand still in his hand. He looked relaxed, but deep inside, he was panicking. What the hell am I going to do now? I just can't sit here and do nothing. Hmm, is Voldemort tricking me, or is this real? Maybe Voldemort has some ideas. Surely, he wouldn't kill me just yet, right? Although torturing me wouldn't exactly kill me……I may possibly be the only one that can help him right now…..He opened an eye and found Voldemort staring at him. He stared back and their eyes met. Harry noticed that Voldemort, or Riddle, has yet to kill him. Harry figured out that what he thought earlier must be correct then.

"Voldemort? Why are you not trying to torture me or something?"

Voldemort drawled out mockingly "Well, I can torture you if you want, but you know, I'm rather tired, probably because what happened to us drained me. Do you want to get tortured? Come here and kneel and maybe I'll just whip you."

Harry then noticed that he was actually drained too. Having nothing else better to do, he asked

"Voldemort? Do you have any ideas as to what happened to us? Or rather, what happened to the world around us?"

Voldemort was silent for a moment, all the while staring at him. Harry wanted to squirm under his gaze, but remained still."There is a possibility that, due to the force of our wands and our magic, we were transferred to another world. I presume you already know of the Greggin's Theory of Alternate Universes?" Harry nodded, not liking it one bit. "Is there any possible way to go back to our world?" said Harry with an obvious plea in his voice. "There is none, although I will find a way. Will you, Potter, offer help to this problem?"

"Of course I will, as long as you won't betray me or anything."

Voldemort laughed."Betray you? I haven't formed any alliance with you, Potter."

"I'm in need here, but so are you. I am forming a deal here, not an alliance. So, what do you say?"

"Fine. I warn you though, getting in my way will be severely punished. Oh, let us swear an oath, then."

"I know that. I'm not an idiot, you know. So, do you, Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior, swear on your magic that you will try finding a way to go back to our own world, and not to betray Harry James Potter along the way?"

"I do. And do you, Harry James Potter, swear to help Tom Marvolo Riddle in finding a way back to our own world, without doing any betrayal of some sort?" "I do." Magic swirled around them, binding them to the agreement.

"So, we should start on our identities on this world first, to be able to roam around without any suspicion, for we will probably be here for a long amount of time." Said Harry professionally, acting like they weren't enemies at all.

Following Harry's lead, Voldemort said "Since they have already concluded that we're boyfriends, we should just use that as an excuse as to why we're together."

"Agreed. What about our names and backgrounds?"

"I'm Thomas Bluewood while you're Harris Porter. We were homeschooled; our parents were friends and taught us together. Oh, and we were only outside when we mysteriously appeared in that classroom and we came here to study since our parents had only recently died. Our parents died because of a potions accident." Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Harry looked at Voldemort for confirmation and stood and opened the door.

An auburn haired young man that looked to be sixteen or seventeen was at the door.

"Excuse me" he said politely "The headmaster is requesting you to be at the headmaster's office right away." Voldemort- or Thomas, rather, eyed the man curiously. "How did you know we were here?" "I have my ways" said the stranger vaguely. "May I ask who you both are? The whole school and I are dying of curiosity." They introduced themselves and asked who the stranger was.

"Oh, how rude of me not to introduce myself first." He chuckled. "I am Albus Dumbledore, at your service."

Oh.

Well, this is interesting, thought Harry. Dreadful, but interesting.

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