AN: Aloha, wow, I think I'm in shock at the interest this story is getting. I'm glad that you're all enjoying the story. Corpium, the aurors didn't forget to take Umbridge away, she disappeared in the end of the previous chapter (part 1) in a puff of light :) when she was banished by Harry and Tom. I figured that seeing as I was so thrilled with all the reviews, story alerts, author alerts and favourite stories that I would hurry up. Did I mention the reviews? :P Enjoy - The Fictionist

Chapter 11

"Um," Harry hesitated, staring at Tom with what he hoped was an innocent smile. Tom's eyes narrowed, not buying it for a second. "Interesting story that," he offered.

"Why don't you tell it then?" Lestrange sneered, ever eager to get him in trouble. He took one look at their expressions and gave Tom a dazzling smile.

"Bye!" He ran for it. He heard Tom curse, very un Dark Lord-ishly he might add, before sprinting after him.

"GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU LITTLE -!"

The Slytherin's laughter didn't help.

He raced across the school, Tom hot on his heels, sending curses at his back. He was so glad that he was a faster runner…the sad part was that Tom had more endurance. He had more patience though. A stray spell, and he abruptly felt his knees buckle beneath him. His hands shot out, bracing for impact, but two arms came round him torso, right before he actually hit. Tom lowered him to the floor, one eyebrow raised demandingly.

"Hi," he said brightly. It seemed to overthrow Tom for a moment, before the single minded focus was back.

"Tell me now.""It'll muck up the timeline."

Tom gave him a long, disbelieving glare. He grinned. "And me being in this time along with my future counterpart doesn't?"

He had a point. Still, stalling tactics needed. "I don't think they believed your I am Lord Voldemort statement."

Tom sat down beside him, which was actually quite insulting as it insinuated that Tom didn't even need to be on his feet to stop him from bolting.

"They're stupid. They would rather blatantly ignore the facts then acknowledge that the cute guy they're all crushing on is the teenage Dark Lord."

"Your modesty never ceases to amaze me," he said dryly. Tom shot him a dangerous smirk.

"Neither do your pitiful attempts at conversation blockers. Gryffindor, is all I'll say."

There was a moment of silence.

"My legs are starting to cramp," he stated cheerfully, earning him an odd look.

"Good," Tom said shortly. Another pause in the conversation. "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you enjoy spending time in the hospital wing, half dead and bleeding because you insist on making me invade your mind for information that you could so easily give?"

"Is that supposed to make me spill -""No," Tom glanced at him. "It's a serious question."

"Not really."

"I think I'm in shock…"

"I DO NOT HAVE A HERO COMPLEX!" he yelled indignantly, knowing where the conversation was going before the words themselves were spoken. Tom reached over, ruffling his hair in an annoying, patronising fashion.

"I'm sure," he mocked. His expression turned serious, his wand raising slightly. "Well," he sighed. "There was me wanting a simple conversation after dealing with that hag for you. Guess I'll have to go to the Chamber angry then, and see for myself." Riddle stood up, offering him a cold smile. A flick of the wand and he was floating gently.

"Lets go. Maybe I'll get lucky and Slytherin's monster will eat you."

His eyes widened. Damn.

He had a feeling that he was now dealing with a humanoid Voldemort who was sane.

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INTERLUDE, VOLDEMORT POV, INTERLUDE

The Dark Lord sat in his study, at Malfoy manor, staring at his wine glass. His crimson eyes were narrowed to slits as he regarding the blonde in front of him.

"Why am I only just hearing about this, Lucius?' he demanded icily. The senior Malfoy gulped.

"I have only just discovered their identities myself, my lord," he said quickly. Voldemort took another sip of his liquer, deep in thought. So, Harry Potter was Harrison Evans, and his younger self and followers were at Hogwarts. How…inconvenient. His younger self was still ruled by emotion, weak and vulnerable to death. Powerful. They both were. His anger boiled. How dare that brat pretend to be his friend!? He could remember Evans, but he couldn't remember coming to this time. "Get out of my sight," he screamed suddenly. The blonde flinched, offering him a hasty bow and fleeing. Coward. Pathetic. None of them would ever be as strong as him. Well. It looked like he had some damage control to do…he had to have Riddle go down the road to immortality. He would not die. With an evil smirk, he took out an elaborate quill and parchment.

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"You killed the basilisk," Tom's voice was emotionless, an ominous sign in itself.

"It was self defence," he replied, feeling helpless as he dangled in the air, Tom glanced at him, his eyes dark. Then he smashed his wand up, abruptly loosing the spell. Harry's eyes widened as he crashed painfully into the ground. Tom was by him in a second, his foot pressing into his throat. He felt himself go still, knowing that if he moved Tom would, with little remorse, shift his weight and crush his wind pipe instantly. There was just enough pressure for it to be uncomfortable.

"I'm going to cut you a deal, Harry."

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"Where's Harry!?" Zevi Snape looked up, sneering at the fuming red head standing before him.

"Why are you asking me? He's your best friend, is he not?"

"Yeah! And don't you forget it, you greasy bat."

His eyes narrowed.

"Watch your tongue, lion," he said coldly. All of the Slytherin's around drew wands. The weasel suddenly looked a little nervous, but boldly determined.

"What have you done with him?!"

The accusation was the last straw. Who did these boy think he was? He wasn't the sole person who knew and cared about Harry!

"Dead, dying, not about to recover soon. For such great friends you had little problem watching him run for his life with Riddle in a temper."

The mudblood bit her lip.

"I thought they were joking! You said that they rarely truly fought!" It was a smart observation, but an irritating one. She may be a know it all, but she knew sod all about his lord, or Harry it seemed. "Well, I think -" he never found out what the girl thought, nor did he particularly care. Alphard raced into the room, his raven hair flyaway and his face a picture of panic.

"Harry's in the hospital wing! There's blood everywhere!""I'm going to kill Riddle," the red head spat. "It's not Tom! How dare you!" Alphard roared in a rare fit of fury. "It's that bloody Dark Lord of yours! He's in Harry's head!"

Oh good lord.

They all ran.