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"Why so serious?"
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Chapter 3: Not What You Expected, But Might Be What You Desired
"So, you want to study in Hogwarts? Why is that?" asked Greggorian Calendrius, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, who was probably going to die soon ('I think I have heard about this man,' Thomas thought. 'I think this Greggorian Calendrius fell from a window on the seventh floor') and be replaced by Armando Dippet, the deputy headmaster. The headmaster was sitting on his desk, Harris and Tom were seated on the chairs that he conjured while Albus Dumbledore was standing near the door, waiting to lead them to any house any moment.
Harry and Tom, or Harris and Thomas, rather, looked at each other and stayed silent for a while. "Well, the last talk we had with them before that potions accident was about Hogwarts, so we figured out that they'd want us to be here, since they trusted no one to educate us apart from themselves."
"Oh, I'm sorry. How about your OWLS?"
"Well, unfortunately, those were burned along with our parents," said Harris.
"The ministry said they are going to send the copies this week though. They said that they're quite busy for now." added Thomas.
"That is acceptable", the headmaster said with a sigh. "Well, let's get on to your sorting then. I trust you know about the houses and the point system?" They both nodded. Greggorian Calendrius got up and picked the hat where it was displayed.
Harris put on the hat that the headmaster offered and heard a voice in his head say 'Oh my, what an interesting youth you are! Came from another world, have you? And with an enemy, no less!'
'Just start sorting me, will you?' thought Harris irritatedly. 'I just want sleep!'
'Alright, alright. No need to get mad' said the hat. 'Well, you have all the characteristics of all the four houses, but you'd fit more in either Gryffindor or Slytherin. You are brave, noble, but you can be cunning and sly if you want to. You also have a thirst to prove yourself. Hmm, Gryffindor or Slytherin? Wher should I put you?'
'Just put me in Gryffindor already.' Thought Harry tiredly.
'You would do well in....GRYFFINDOR!' The hat said, shouting the last word.
"Finally" muttered Harry along with Tom.
When Thomas put the hat on his head, the hat instantly shouted "Slytherin!" Smirking at the hat, Thomas gave the hat back to the headmaster.
"Oh, and before I forgot, what year are you two in?"
"Fifth" said Harris.
"Sixth" said Thomas.
"Okay, welcome aboard, Mr. Porter, Mr. Bluewood."
"Thank you, Headmaster Calendar-erm,Calendrius. " Said Harry, smiling.
"Alright, Mr. Dumbledore, if you will", said the headmaster, motioning for Albus to escort them. Thomas and Harris followed Albus down the halls, pretending to be wide-eyed at everything in Hogwarts.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" said Albus, looking at Harris' face.
"Yes, it is." Murmured Harris.
"Tell me, Harris, how are you coping with the deaths?" Harry smile disappeared. Suddenly, the world came crashing at him.
Snape........ Why the hell did you do that? I'm so sorry......
"I'm coping fine with Tom by my side, thank you. Oh, and call me Harry, please. Call Thomas Tom" said Harry, faking a smile.
Albus smiled back at him. "Okay, call me Al then. I hate my name, you see. It makes me feel old."
Harry smiled wistfully. 'This Dumbledore isn't so different from the other Dumbledore, only the age and the aura is different.' Dumbledore isn't grandfatherly here, but there was still something inside Harry that feels like he can still trust the man, although there was something that deeply unsettled him about the man.
However, that was not what Tom thought about him. 'There is something wrong with this Dumbledore,' thought Tom. 'His aura has a dark tint about it. This Dumbledore isn't all light and right, it seems.'
Before they knew it, they were already in front of the Slytherin Dorms and Albus was already ordering another girl to escort Tom to the sixth year's dorms.
When Harry and Albus were alone, Albus asked, "So, Harry, Are you two really in a relationship?"
"Well, I don't really know," said Harry with a shrug.
"He never really made a proclamation, but I think he does have feelings for me. Maybe he thinks that there's really no need of saying anything. Why do you ask, Al?"
"Oh. Well, it's just that you two weren't really romantic to each other just then."
"Oh, I see. He just has a problem with showing his emotions."
"Oh. Well, he does look the type." Albus chuckled.
Harry cocked his head to the side and asked "What type?"
Albus glanced at the green-eyed fifth year staring curiously at him. Harris Porter had a powerful aura that makes you feel like you're being embraced lovingly. He also looks to be a beautiful boy, beautiful enough to make a lot of people ogle at him. Although there is a certain look in his eyes that made Albus think that this fifth year has gone through a lot, and is already tired.
He looks so innocent. He doesn't really look like the type of people that Thomas Bluewood and myself is. The type of people who uses dark arts, that is.
Albus blinked and shook his head. 'Appearances can be deceiving, Albus.'
"Albus? What's up? Do I have dirt on my face or something?"
Albus chuckled. "Nothing, it's just that you look like you've been through hell and back."
"Oh."
They entered the Gryffindor dormitory and Albus escorted him to the fifth year dorms. Before Harry entered the dorms, he smiled at Albus and said
"Thanks, Al. I look forward to know more about you and Hogwarts."
Albus smiled back and said "You're welcome, Harry."
Surprisingly, he leaned closer to Harry and kissed his cheek and walked off to the sixth year dormitory.
Harry blinked. Do people kiss each other's cheek as greetings during this time period?
Tom woke up early. It was Saturday and they weren't expected to be in any classes. The first thing that entered his mind was Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter.
I wonder what they talked about after I left. Perhaps Potter told Dumbledore about the truth and seeked out help from him? I hope not. That might change the timeline. What year is Potter again? Ah, yes, fifth year. I should start calling Potter Harry. He is my boyfriend now after all. Dumbledore is probably the same age as me and in Gryffindor.
Potter....Tom smirked. What would Potter's reaction be if I tell him that his beloved headmaster reeks of dark arts?
"Tom" someone whispered.
He opened his curtains and found Harry crouched at the side of his bed.
"Harry" he hissed. "How did you get here?"
Harry grinned. "I have my ways."
Tom motioned for Harry to get on his bed and close the curtains. Harry did what he was told and thought 'Well, this is new....I never thought I would ever see Tom bloody Riddle like this.'
Tom was in what he was wearing the day before and looked like a mess. His once immaculately-fixed hair is now messy, he looked groggy and had a grumpy look on his face. Harry however, stared at the curtains instead of looking at him for fear of laughing out loud and waking the Slytherins.
"Why are you here this early in the morning?" Tom asked the boy.
"I wanted to know what we are going to do about our OWLS" replied Harry.
Tom thought a while first and said "What are the results of your OWLS?"
"Erm, I had an Outstanding at DADA, Charms, Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures, Exceeds Expectations at Potions, Acceptable in History and- "
Tom held two papers in his hand. He pointed his wand at the first paper and muttered a spell that configured the paper into what looked like Harry's OWL results. He then did the same to the other and it configured into Tom's OWL results.
Harry blinked. "How did you do that?"
Tom smirked at him and said amusedly "Am I supposed to teach my enemy now?"
Suddenly, a pair of hands opened the curtain. A sixth year who slept beside Tom's bed was standing in front of them with his eyebrow raised.
"A lover, Bluewood? The other new student that came with you?"
" None of your business, Deastricus Malfoy." Answered Tom. He has introduced himself to the other sixth years already and was received with suspicion and uncertainty, which was alright to Tom.
Seeing the warning lights, Harry sighed, stood up and said "Later, Tom"
but Malfoy stopped him by grasping his arm and drawled "Oh no, little guy. Leaving so soon?"
"Let go" Harry bit out."Or else."
Deastricus Malfoy smirked at him. "Or else what?"
"petrificius totalus" muttered Harry.
Malfoy fell lifelessly to the ground.
He didn't even had the chance to see Harry's wand.
"Do that again and I'll not be as forgiving, Malfoy." Harry said and walked out of the dorm soundlessly.
After that, the other Slytherins who saw Malfoy lying on the ground helped him and after several tries, finally lifted the spell off him.
Tom smirked, The boy's small, yes. Small, but terrible if angered.
After that event, the day wasn't unpleasant. Harry, unlike Tom, didn't get the chance to introduce himself because he was too busy crying his self hoarse about Snape. So Albus introduced him to the other fifth years instead.
"Well, he looks yummy." Giggled Derisia Jones, who was probably related to someone Harry met before.
"Yummy indeed" said Hestia Brown as she winked at Harry.
Harry blushed at the attention he was receiving and Albus laughed.
"Don't worry, they don't bite" he said.
"Although you do" said a boy near them named Raithe Lovegood with knowing blue eyes.
Albus blushed. 'What the hell?' Raithe Lovegood usually knows things about people that people does not want him to know, and even things that the people themselves has yet to know.
Then, at that moment, a mischievious smile appeared on Albus' face. Harry saw Albus point his wand under the table and a lemonade that Derisia Jones was holding was suddenly found dumped on Raithe's head.
After that, Raithe thought Derisia did that intentionally and dumped a goblet at her. Derisia screeched and aimed an omelet at him which landed on Hestia. Hestia promptly returned the omelet and soon, a full-out food fight occurred. Harry procured a shield that covered him and Albus. The two laughed at the participants, which then included some of the fourth years and sixth years as well. Harry ended up having a great time with the other gryffindors, acting as if he didn't have a care in the world. Acting as if he didn't cause a man's death at all.
After breakfast, the first class they had was Transfiguration, and Harry's mind wandered.
Snape was really on the light's side... And he died for me...
"Mr. Porter."
Harry closed his eyes. Now is not the time for mourning. Now is the time to find out how to get back to their own world and preventing other people to die for him.
"Mr. Porter!" Shouted the Transfiguration teacher. Harry looked up and found out that the Transfiguration teacher was glaring at him and the other students were snickering because of him.
"Demonstrate the proper way of turning a needle into a balloon, Mr. Porter."
And Harry did so with a twitch of his wand, making the audience dumbfounded. They didn't really thought he'd get it in his first try. In fact, the whole class tried to do that for several minutes but none had succeeded.
"20 points to Gryffindor. Good job, Mr. Porter. That was a beyond NEWT level, you know."
"Really? I haven't known..." Harry said absently......
And the day continued without any more fuss, while Harry continued mulling on his thoughts..
An hour ago....
Tom was quietly eating his breakfast, when a meat loaf hit his forehead . He growled. He glanced at the direction where the meat loaf came from.
Ugh. The Gryffindors are having a food fight.
He wiped the meat loaf off.
The meat loaf came from the Gryffindor table, although how the meat loaf ended up in the Slytherin table escaped him. The one who threw the meat loaf at him was either a fifth year Gryffindor who looked a lot like one of Potter's friends back at the Department of Mysteries, or Dumbledore.
It was probably Dumbledore, thought Tom, despite the fact that Albus was under a shield spell and couldn't possibly throw a meat loaf at him that wouldn't reflect back. At the Slytherin Table, the other sixth year Slytherins were discretely snickering at him.
"What?!" Tom said irritatedly.
"Aww, is Tommy baby getting jealous 'coz his toy is having fun with Dumbledore?" mocked Deastricus Malfoy whom I would simply call Malfoy for now on because his name is bad.
"Shut up, Malfoy" said Tom. "Or I myself would make you instead."
Malfoy, however, continued "Oh look! Do you see? Dumbledore's holding his toy's thigh!"
Tom ignored him even though he was curious if Dumbledore was really touching his 'toy' or not.
Would Harry really let his headmaster-to-be and grandfather figure touch him? Well, maybe Harry feels that he owes the man something and lets Dumbledore touch his body.
Tom imagined Harry and Dumbledore- the young Dumbledore, not the old one, doing things.
He can feel a blush rising to his cheeks and quickly suppressed it.
No, Tom. That's wrong, thought Tom, scolding himself.
That's his toy, after all.
After that, he was unable to eat anymore due to his naughty and erotic imagination.
Sigh. And that marks the end of this chapter. As usual, read and review!