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Lily Snape had not expected her baby boy to make a friend so quickly after moving to Little Hangleton. But there he was in the back garden, chatting up a very attractive young man and actually smirking in amusement. He was not smiling, Harry hadn't smiled in the years, but this at least meant that he was enjoying himself to an extent.

The young man was tall, with curly black hair and grey eyes. He was smirking and looking at Harry like he was something amazing. Judging from the very small village, a newcomer must actually be very amazing to locals.

She watched from her bedroom window as her son followed the young man down the dirt lane.

Harry Potter was really liking Tom Riddle. Tom was smart and suave. He didn't have to dumb words down for him or watch what he said because Tom just understood him that way. Tom didn't know that Harry was famous in a sense, Tom didn't know that Harry was extremely wealthy, and Tom did not know about Harry's past. If anything, all of those facts were probably the most amazing things in his life at the moment.

Business was always booming. Harry was rich simply because of his inheritance from his deceased godfather. Then all of the problems in his history with death and murderers, Harry Potter was very familiar with how politics and celebrities worked. It was nice to speak with somebody that had not seen his face on the telly or who to read about him somewhere. Tom was speaking to him simply because Harry was new to the neighborhood that was it.

"Our Reverend is several years older than the town crier is and both are well into their eighties however. Under no circumstances do you argue with either of them, even if you do not agree with their teachings or the things they have to say. The Reverend will call your name out in the middle of a sermon and the crier, well, he will make all business regarding you known to the entire village."

"Gossip mongers always bothered me," Harry sneered.

"You have some experience with them?" Tom asked.

Harry snorted, "Don't I ever."

"I must admit that it was a shock when the village learned that a new family would be moving here soon. When the contractors came and began building your house on the opposite hill, people wondered if you came from money. From the look of your house I would say yes you do. It's nice to have another family in the village that is wealthy. Perhaps this will get the attention off of my family for a while."

"So do you live in a large house on the other Hill?" Harry asked.

" Yes. the Riddles are a very old family in Little Hangleton. We have been the highest in the nobility for the past century and a half. It is a small village so you must understand how highly the people seem to view my father and myself. But now that you are here, perhaps I can walk around the village without being stared at every minute of every day."

Harry was staring at the large manor house on the opposing Hill. It was four stories tall and was surrounded by a large garden, and a black, iron gate. Aside from Harry's house, it was the nicest building in the village. Everything else was one or two stories and mostly made of wood, though the nicer houses were made of brick and the ones of the wealthy had chimneys.

"My mother wanted to move suddenly. She wanted some peace and quiet away from city life, but unfortunately that leaves my step father and I with issues. I have businesses to run and my step father is a chemistry professor and making the commute to London will be an absolute pain. Severus doesn't really need to work at all seeing as our family is considerably well off, he just prefers not to be lazy. Severus isn't even 40 yet, and unlike my mother he cannot abide by sitting around and doing nothing but reading all day long. And while he does enjoy gardening, it was not something he could find himself doing all day everyday for the next however many years we're going to be here."

Tom looked interested. "You run businesses?" he asked.

"My god father left me a few things when he passed. I have a job to do and living all the way out here, is not making it any easier on me. I have had to delegate work to lesser members of my companies because I will not be able to travel out to London to see the work done myself. I have issues with trusting my work with people, because nobody can do my work better than me. Nobody will ever understand how I want something to be done because they do not share my exact vision."

"I can understand that."

Tom was leading Harry down the hill and toward the village. The village was nestled between two large hills. On one Hill, sat little Manor, where Tom Riddle lived with his father. On the other hand, now rested Harry's home, which had yet to be named. The village itself, was circular, the houses built to surround the church that sat at the very center. On the other side of the hill that Riddle Manor wrested at the top of, was Little Hangleton's own graveyard. There were more headstones in the graveyard then there were houses in the village.

"People just passed their houses on to family members?" Harry asked, feeling confused.

Tom nodded with a sigh. "A new house hasn't been built in Little Hangleton in years, so you are bound to get a lot of attention for not just moving here but having a house built. The fact that you can afford to have a house built will also be another point that they will bring to your attention, repeatedly might I add."

Harry gave a loud groan because wasn't it just his luck that his mother would move away from the prying eyes of the people only to move into a bloody village that was filled with people with prying eyes.

"Well, those questions will have to go to my mother and my step father. I only paid for my bedroom, they paid for the creation of the rest of the house."

Tom looking at him with interest, "You paid for your bedroom?"

With a shrug Harry said, "I wanted my bedroom to be done a certain way. However, it would have cost a lot of money if they were to do everything that I had wanted. In order to save my mother and stepfather the financial pain of the bill, I took care of my bedroom myself."

"And what pray tell, is so special about your bedroom?" Tom teased.

Harry smiled flirtatiously and sent a wink Tom's away. "Behave and maybe I will show you."

Toms surprise pleased Harry. Also, the smirk crawling across his admittedly attractive lips, was just as flirtatious is Harry's wink.

"I look forward to it, Hadrian."

Harry really like Tom. Within the first week of their acquaintanceship, Harry had been invited over to Riddle Manor. He wasn't an idiot. Between Severus, Draco, Draco's father Lucius, and his mother Narcissa, Harry had been thankfully reared in the cunning ways. This was a ploy of Tom's.

It was Tom's way of ingratiating himself into Harry's everyday life. By doing things as half arsed pleasantries, Harry was left to do the only respectable thing which was to invite him over to his own house later on. It wasn't like Harry really minded it at all no, it wasn't like his bedroom with some fortress of solitude that just absolutely had to be a secret from everybody in truth, Harry could appreciate Tom's cunning.

So, about a week after Harry's impromptu visit to Riddle Manor, Harry invited Tom Marvolo Riddle into his house. Lily had been overjoyed and had made sure that there was a plethora of sweets available for the two of them during Tom's visit. Harry took the large tray up to his bedroom which was actually three and maybe half a room?

Harry's bedroom consisted of three rooms, four if you wanted to be precise. There was the drawing room, his personal study, his bedroom itself, and an adjoining bathroom. Harry's drawing room was basically one large bookshelf. Every wall was actually created in order to hold Harry's extremely large book collection. There was a window-seat facing the back of the house, there was a chaise lounge, two sofas, and an ottoman. The color scheme for the room was black bookshelves, a green shag rug on the floor, and all of the furniture was black as well.

Into Harry's bedroom was more black and green. Very fanciful with both both colors which were used consistently. His bed coverings were made of black silk, his walls were completely black, all of his furniture was silver, and his adjoining bathroom was done in the same coloring.

In all honesty, it was very much like Tom's own room. Well, at least half of Tom's room. Tom had confided in Harry that he had what was known as Dissociative Identity Disorder or Multiple Personality Disorder for those who didn't know the other name. Half of Tom's bedroom looked very similar to Harry's bedroom. But the other half was crazy, with multiple shades of red and a white shag rug that had been dotted with red ink to make it resemble blood. Tom had two beds in his bedroom. One was large and black with a green duvet. On the other side was a small, white bed and the duvet and wood were also decorated with red paint and red hand-prints that looked as if someone's bloody hand had slid along them.

Tom was a rather easy going person. It was his other self... that wasn't so easy going. Tom explained that this other person was named Voldemort. He had noticed the difference between himself and the other being when he was a child. They had different likes and different dislikes and it took a few years but Tom was able to find a name that perfectly suited this other being inside his head.

Tom wanted peace and quiet, he wanted to spend his days in relative solitude without annoying people around to bother him. Voldemort however, like to cause mayhem and destruction. Any vandalism that occurred in Little Hangleton was usually done by Voldemort's hand. Tom would never lower himself to do anything so plebeian as to vandalize somebody's property. Voldemort did not care what people thought of him when it came to pleasant thoughts.

While Tom valued solitude and intelligence, Voldemort valued pain, suffering, and most of all, chaos. It was as if Tom was 'sharing a body with a psychopath', at least those were Tom's words. Also, Tom was rather offended that his father wasn't the best when it came to raising a child, Voldemort felt that he didn't need anybody in order to make him feel alive. Both were complete opposites and yet they had similarities.

Tom had noted that both were extremely intelligent. Both did not like the people of Little Hangleton. Both held no interest in monetary gain or titles. But other than those three things, the two of them were is different as day and night.

Harry had yet to meet this Voldemort character, but he believed he would eventually and he wasn't worried. The reason being was because his brother in law - or was it step brother in law? - also suffered from Multiple Personality Disorder. Draco Malfoy was like two different people and Harry had experience with him and his other part.

Draco was the male personality and Vega was the female personality. Draco tended to have most control over their body. Yes, their body. Draco had explained that he had to come to grips with the fact that there were two people in his body and he decided that instead of trying to fight it, he would just embrace it. So he and Vega made a deal. They set up specific time periods for every day where Draco would be in charge of the body and then he would sleep in a sense and Vega would be in charge of the body. Both were lucky enough to get along really well.

According to Tom, he and Voldemort barely got on at all. It resulted in sleepless nights because unlike Draco, who slept while Vega was in charge these days, Tom was always awake and aware.

He was really looking forward to meeting Voldemort. Tom insisted that he shouldn't have to meet Voldemort at all because Voldemort was not saying very pleasant things about him. But the way he explained and it it was as if Voldemort was saying rude things and yet the blush on his face told of another kind of unpleasant.

If it just so happened that a psychopath who was sharing a body with a rather mellow and attractive young man found Harry appealing in any way, he really didn't mind. At least, he was sure he wouldn't mind. He have to meet Voldemort first in order to know.

A/N: Another is done!

-Tom has DID, remember.

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