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A/N: Okay just to remind everyone. I am doing a rewrite/ edit of my current chapters. I will be writing some new ones soon, but this story needs a little tweaking. So I thought I would get it done before the story went too much further. Enjoy.

Harry's thoughts Mr. Riddle's thoughts

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Harry was exhausted. Uncle Vernon had dragged him out of his cupboard at 6:30 this morning. The man coming for dinner was coming at 6, and it was about 5:30 now.

Harry sighed as he looked at all of the ingredients in the kitchen.

He hadn't eaten all day, and after he finally finished Aunt Petunia's chore list. He had to start making the five course dinner with dessert for the guest.

For breakfast Dudley, Petunia, and Vernon had eggs, bacon, muffins, pancakes, waffles(Dudley hates pancakes), toast, cereal, and orange juice. All of it was prepared by Harry.

What did Harry get? He got beaten with Uncle Vernon's belt for burning the toast and his coffee being cold.

But Harry couldn't help it. Dudley had insisted on more waffles than Harry made. Dudley wanted them fresh. Uncle Vernon liked his toast made in the frying pan, not in the electric toaster.

So while Harry had been mixing up the waffle batter, he accidentally burned the toast. While he was trying to make new toast the coffee had gotten cold.

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"Boy! Get down here!"

Harry came running out of the bathroom that he had to tidy up AGAIN!

Dudley really was a slob. As soon as Harry had cleaned the bathroom, Dudley went in there. First he got mud everywhere from playing football with the other boys. But he also left his clothes everywhere.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" "What does he want now?" Harry thought.

"Put on this outfit, our guest will be here in 15 minutes and I don't want him to see you looking like that."

The outfit was a stupid butler-looking outfit. Harry was sure that it had come from a costume store. It wasn't exactly like a tuxedo, but it definitely looked like a servant's outfit for a fine manor.

"Now listen here. Tonight you are going to act as our servant and waiter." Uncle Vernon started to lecture.

"I don't want our guest to know that we are related. It's bad enough that we have to keep you after that miserable godfather of yours up and died."

In his 3rd year Harry had told the Durselys about Sirius. Somehow they had gotten the news of his death/

"Tonight, you will address me as 'Sir' or 'Master' is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir." Harry replied. "Why did he have to bring up Sirius? Does he enjoy causing me pain?"

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The doorbell rang promptly at 6 PM.

"Get the door, Boy!" Vernon snarled.

Harry went to the door and opened it. Now he stood face to face with a man that was about 6 feet tall. He had brown hair, a chiseled jaw, and high cheekbones. The man also didn't look to be any older than 25-30 years old.

Harry stood stock still as he took in the finer details of this man.

But the thing stuck out the most to Harry this man, this "guest", had crimson red eyes. The same eyes of the crazy maniac that had been trying to kill him his whole life.

"This man looks so much like that 16 year old Tom Riddle I met in the Chamber of Secrets, but I destroyed him."

" And last time I saw Voldie, he looked like an old shriveled up snake-man."

"This can't be him, can it?" Harry was just standing there staring at the man, while his thoughts whirled around his head.

Uncle Vernon decided to interrupt Harry's thoughts however.

"Mr. Riddle! Please do come in." Uncle Vernon said, "Just give your coat to the servant, and we will go eat the lovely dinner that my wife made for us. She was cooking all day, and she is the best cook in all of Surrey!"

Uncle Vernon just kept talking on and on about his wife and family. Harry was too busy hanging up "Mr. Riddle's" coat.

At this point Harry really didn't know what to think. He had missed the look "Mr. Riddle" had given him when he noticed the boy was suspicious.

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Harry served dinner in a stunned silence. He just couldn't comprehend who was sitting at the dinner table.

After seeing the way this man moved and talked. Harry was 99% sure that "Mr. Riddle" was in fact someone Harry should not have let into the house. He just kept getting this dark vibe off of the man.

Not to mention when they accidentally bumped hands when he retrieved "Mr. Riddle's" coat. Harry's scar had tingled.

Little did Harry know, that a pair of crimson eyes had been watching his every move. All that night

The boy looked starved, and roughed up. He moved like he was in terrible pain. Yet the boy had not uttered one word of complaint, or pain all night.

This went against everything his spy had told him about Potter.

He was told the boy was arrogant, an attention seeker, and made people do everything for him. He was also told all the boy did was complain.

"My, my, my, what do we have here?" Thought "Mr. Riddle"

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