Hi! I have a new story!
It is going to be a time traveling Harry back to Tom Riddle's schoolyears! I hope you enjoy it!
Harry looks up when his floo roars to life. Immediately he has his wand in his hand and trained on the figure that steps out of the floo. He knows it can only be one person, but still, without the paranoia he now wields like a shield, he would've been dead a hundred times over.
''What is my current Patronus?''
''A Thestral, if you even can produce one,'' Comes the light voice beneath the hood. She pulls it back and looks at him with a sad expression—something he hates seeing on Luna Lovegoods's face.
''Hi Luna,'' Harry tries to smile, but he knows it's more of a grimace.
''Hi Harry, when are you relocating?'' She asks while hugging him close.
Luna is the only one still in his life who hasn't ever tried to betray him or died to protect him. She is his most loyal friend and the only person he speaks to now. He feels a bit like a sad fuck when he thinks about it too much.
''As soon as possible. The wards should be settled into the rune sequence within the hour.'' Harry is already moving away from her. Even if his arms still tingle from the lost contact and want to reach out again, but he knows he can't afford it. He can't afford to get too attached, even if the only person in the world he could even get attached to is, at this moment, Luna.
She hums, and Harry knows he should look at her, take in her face so he won't ever forget her, but the pain that's raw in his heart doesn't want him to, so he starts packing his sparse belongings into the backpack without glancing at his blonde friend.
He hates to think about how it has come to this, but his mind loves playing tricks on him.
-Flashback-
After winning the war against Voldemort, he truly hoped to have a normal life.
Only for that feeling to be shattered after six months of living in peace. He had gotten a missive from Shacklebolt, the Minister at the time, to come to the Ministry. Harry thought it was because of his newly gained Lordships and the responsibility that came with it. He was slowly learning with Hermione, Neville, and Luna about them every spare hour he had while also studying for his NEWTS. But he wasn't an expert just yet.
After entering the Ministry, however, he found himself cornered by Aurors, Minister Shacklebolt himself, and some of the remaining Order members.
Harry was arrested without an explanation and thrown in the holdings cells in the Ministry. He spent hours screaming, not understanding at all what was happening, and demanding an explanation. But he soon understood that nobody was coming for him, and his stomach sank.
A couple of days after his arrest, he was brought before the entire Wizengamot. He immediately thought back to the farce of a trial he had gotten before his fifth year and couldn't help but sneer at the sight.
''Dear members of the Wizengamot. We are here today for the trial of Harry James Potter-'' Shacklebolt started, making Harry protest in anger. ''Trial?! What kind of trial? What shite is this Shacklebo-''
''Aurors, silence him!'' The Minister thundered, making the Aurors immediately snap to attention. Sending a powerful Silencio to Harry, he couldn't do anything else for the moment than listen to what Shacklebolt was saying and fume in silence.
''As I was saying, the trial of Harry James Potter. There has been brought evidence forward by none other than Albus Dumbledore, former Headmaster and Chief of the Wizengamot himself.'' Whispers of disbelief went through the room, and Harry couldn't help but gape. Dumbledore was dead... Had been for multiple years. What the hell was this about?
''A Pensive with multiple memories, stored in the department of Mysteries, has been brought to my attention, and now I'll show you why we are here today.''
He waved his hand, making two hooded figures step forward with an ancient looking Pensive between them. With murmured spells and the tapping of wands against the runes on the side of the Pensive, a cloud rose out of the Pensive.
Harry was, for a moment, stunned by the display. Only to be shocked when the cloud began to play memories. Memories from Dumbledore of him..
The memories started when he was eleven, but everything was completely pulled out of context. Harry saw himself arguing with the hat to not be put in Slytherin. He saw himself practicing Magic, and for a moment, he didn't think anything wrong with it until he noticed that all his spells were overpowered. He never noticed that when he was that young though. To his horror, he saw how his younger self burned Quirrel to dust. How the hell did they get these memories? Nobody besides Quirrelmort had been in the room, right? And it didn't stop then either. Second year was even worse, with him being a Parseltongue and then being accused of being the heir of Slytherin. He was continuously in the wrong place at the wrong time. It went on and on like this - Harry freeing Sirius, Harry returning with Cedric's body, his snapping at everyone after a bad night with nightmares, casting a Crucio at Bellatrix, blowing up Dumbledore's office after Sirius's death, cursing Malfoy, talking about Horcruxes with Slughorn, Dumbledore revealing to Snape that Harry is a Horcrux and must die.
In the end, he sat there in the chair surrounded by complete silence while everything he had done the last seven years was pulled out of context and made him look like a Dark Wizard. No, even worse, like Harry Potter was the new Dark Lord. And after the war they just had, he knew that this wasn't a welcome thought. Not for anyone.
Then Dumbledore himself started speaking. He had recorded himself to explain why he had stored these memories.
Harry watched how the man he had thought of as a grandfather condemned him as he had with Tom Riddle all those years ago.
''If you see this, it means that I have unfortunately died, but for the greater good, I must share the following with you all. The reason I collected these memories was that I'm afraid Harry Potter will be the next Dark Lord after killing Tom Marvolo Riddle. As you could've seen, Harry had a piece of Voldemort's soul in his body and mind from the day Voldemort tried to kill him and was vanquished. Unfortunately, this means that as long as Harry lives, he will be the last piece of Voldemort's soul, making him always able to return. The Horcrux has made his presence known multiple times, and I'm afraid Harry is beyond help. The boy needs to die. If he hasn't died in the final battle, which I am sure he will become the victor of, he needs to now, unless we want another Dark Lord who will destroy the Wizarding World even more. I greet you from beyond the grave, and I am sure you will make the right choice for the sake of the Greater Good.'' Dumbledore told the Wizengamot while Harry could only stare in horror at his former mentor. This was the man that had meant everything to him. This was the man that already had made sure that Harry would die, because he did! He had died! He only came back through Magic he still doesn't understand and doesn't wish to understand. But- well, it will not be the best argument right now to tell them all that he had died and that Voldemort's soul died with him. Returning from beyond the grave will not go over well if he wants to convince them he isn't a threat to the wizarding society.
Harry wanted to bring the meddling coot back to life and kill him again. He glared at the twinkling blue eyes that looked around the room from behind their half-moon spectacles.
The cloud where the memories were displayed sank back down, and as if a spell broke, the Wizengamot broke out in yells and screams. Curses and hexes started flying, and without a second thought, Harry erected a shield around himself wand- and wordlessly. Protecting himself from the angry mob that seemed ready to kill him right then and there.
Some were arguing in his favor, though, but unfortunately, fear was still singing through everyone's mind and soul, so there were only a few defending him.
Harry finally registered that he was going to die if he stayed here. And it was all because of that manipulative old fool. Who was apparently hell-bent on having him dead.
Harry closed his eyes and focused on his Invisibility cloak. Ever since the battle, he had felt a closer connection to it.
He also felt connected to the stone and wand, but after they had shown up and kept turning up in unexpected places, he had put them in his Gringotts vault. He did not want those powerful artifacts to fall into the hands of others, and he will be the first to admit that they scared the death of him. Harry didn't want to become Master of Death. So, no, thank you, he just kept the cloak.
But because of his closer connection to his cloak, he could now call it with just a simple command, making him invisible to the eyes of everyone else.
The cloak responded eagerly, and without wanting it, the Elder wand joined his brother, slipping into Harry's hand and making the spells and constrictions fall away around him.
Harry stood, glaring at the wand in his hand, but he was not too much of an idiot to ignore the wand. He casted a silencing charm on himself and blasted open the door.
He then ran, not looking back to the people wanting to kill him, not looking back to the memory of a man he once thought of fondly as his grandfather.
He just ran.
-End Flashback-
He was pulled out of his flashback by Luna, who was humming a tune he didn't recognize, and he gave her a more sincere smile.
''I've got something for you.'' She told Harry, her eyes had a familiar faraway look in them. A look that told Harry that she was seeing something beyond his vision.
''You didn't have to give me anything.'' He murmured. He had turned nineteen today and has been on the run for seven months. But celebrating his birthday was the last thing on his mind. At the moment, he was only focusing on surviving and hoping to find a place where he would be safe. A pipedream, he knew, but he didn't care. Luna and Hermione had told him often enough that hope was the motive behind them pulling through the war.
He felt a pang in his heart when he thought of his fierce Hermione and brave Neville. He missed his sister in all but blood so much. Together with Luna and Neville, they were the only three he would want to spend his birthday with. But unfortunately, two of the three were dead. And it was all his fault.
Luna poked him in the side with a frown. ''Don't think such things. The Wrackspurts are feasting on your thoughts.''
He raised an eyebrow at her. ''And do please tell, why would they be feasting on my thoughts?'' He drawled, smirking when he ducked a swipe to his head from the small dreamy witch.
''Because you are having negative thoughts,'' she replied matter of factly, making him snort.
''Luna, I can't even remember when I wasn't having negative thoughts,'' he retorted dryly.
She sighed dramatically before pulling a small package out of her robes and handing it to him. Harry shook his head with a smile and unpacked it. Only to frown in confusion when he saw what it was she had gifted him.
''Luna, these are banned. I thought the Ministry had destroyed them all-,'' He said, reluctantly touching the beautiful Time Turner in his palm.
''This is not a Time Turner like the others, Harry. You see, it's made of silver, completely different.'' She told him while nodding as if that explained everything. To her, it probably did.
Harry sighed and indulged her and put the silver necklace on. He stuffed the hourglass part beneath his robes and held out his arm for her to take.
Before he could apparate them together to his new accommodation, Luna spoke again. ''Don't feel guilty about what will happen, Harry. Try to live life to its fullest.''
He frowned at the blonde next to him.
''What do you know?'' He asked warily.
When she pierced him with her ice-blue eyes, he couldn't help but gulp. There was fierce determination there, but there was such a deep sadness he knew was for him, and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
''Nothing special, Harry. Just know that I'll always be your friend.''
''Lun-'' He started only to be interrupted by her.
''It's time.'' She stated, and he couldn't do anything else than transport them to the new place.
When they landed, he immediately knew something was wrong. For a fleeting moment, he thought Luna had betrayed him, but the fighting stance she had taken next to him told him she wouldn't have done that.
Spells started flying in their direction, and Harry, together with Luna, fought fiercely. He lost himself in the ducking, shielding, and attacking. The Elder wand an extension from his arm. He felt his Magic and his body humming in elation during the fight and felt sad that fighting was what made him feel alive.
He didn't know how much time had gone by when he heard Luna cry out.
Momentarily distracted, he looked at her. His blood froze the moment he saw her lifeless eyes stare back at him.
''NO!'' He screamed, his Magic enhancing his voice to a bellow, his anger was almost tangible in the air, and he saw his opponents shiver. He fell to his knees next to his last fallen friend. Her last words to him spun through his head. She had to have known something would happen.
Just know that I'll always be your friend.
''The game is up, Potter! Surrender!'' Harry recognized the voice of his former best friend instantly, and without mercy, he sent a silent Sectumsempra to the redhead, feeling vilified when he heard Ron sputter and scream in pain. He was the only living person who knew the counter to that curse, so he knew Ron would die by his hand.
Maybe he should've felt some emotion to see his former friend bleed out like this. But he couldn't. Not after what Ron had done to him and, more importantly, to Hermione.
Ron had betrayed him before, had left him when he was chosen to compete in the Tri-Wizard tournament, and their relationship had never been the same after. Then he left Harry and Hermione during the Horcrux hunt, breaking Hermione's heart and tearing his friendship with Harry to something that couldn't be saved.
But the ultimate betrayal was when Harry found out he had been dosed with multiple potions during the years by Ron, Ginny, and Molly—making him loyal to them and in love with Ginny.
He had felt sick when he found out about Ginny and Molly; at the time, it wasn't clear if Ron had known about it. But when he confronted the Weasleys, it was clear who did know and who didn't.
Ron had known, had dosed him during the months he had been with them on the Horcrux hunt. And Harry's heart had broken in two. Ron was the first friend he had ever made. He thought that he was a true friend. But everything had come crashing down.
Ron had felt slighted by the boy-who-conquered because he wanted fame and money. He wanted to have open doors without lifting a finger.
But when the public learned about the betrayal, they turned against Ron.
Well, that was until Harry was Undesirable NO. 1 again. When Dumbledore's memories came forward and Harry went on the run again, Ron had led the hunt for him.
So to see Ron whither in pain and covered in blood did nothing for Harry right now. Well, maybe he was feeling a bit of manic glee from seeing his former best friend like this. But he didn't show it.
Maybe he was the monster Dumbledore painted him. He didn't care, not anymore. Luna was now dead in front of him. His last connection to his human emotions were gone now. And if he was completely honest with himself, he feared what he would become.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't stop the incoming spell in time. He didn't know who shot it at him, but he did know that it connected to the necklace he had put on just hours before. Nothing happened for a moment until everything around him seemed to explode, and Harry felt pulled in a thousand directions. He screamed in pain before he started to fall.
Tom Riddle frowned at the storm that was brewing outside. For some reason, he could feel that this wasn't a regular storm.
His first thought was that it maybe was an attack from Grindelwald, but the last he had heard of the man, he was creating chaos in America. So why was a magical storm brewing here in London?
Tom put away his book and carefully walked downstairs. The other orphans were pathetically cluttering together. Clearly afraid of the incoming storm. When Tom skimmed their thoughts, he couldn't help but sneer at their pathetic thoughts. But even the Muggles could feel something - off - about this storm.
Even if he found the thoughts of the Muggles pathetic, it intrigued Tom even more that such lesser beings could feel something was wrong, something was coming. He was now looking outside, waiting for the incoming lighting he knew was moments away from striking down.
But when it came, it also produced the most ear-deafening thunder Tom had ever heard. The other children in the hall all screamed in terror and ran out of the room. Tom couldn't blame them, knowing that most of them had been present during the Blitz the year before. Tom had been at Hogwarts at the time of the bombings, but it still wasn't safe anywhere in London.
Why the headmaster hadn't accepted his request to stay... Ah, well, that could be blamed on Professor Dumbledore, of course.
Tom shook his angry thoughts from his mind, knowing it wouldn't help now, and looked outside again. He was still holding his hands over his ears, a bit apprehensive of another thunder strike as ear-deafening as the last one, but then he saw green lighting striking down in the square in front of the gates of the Orphanage. A crack that sounded much like apparition was heard, and Tom threw open the door before running down the steps. If there was a wizard in the square, maybe he could take Tom away from all this. He had practiced his wandless Imperio, so maybe-
Tom stopped his mad dash when he saw a young man sitting on his knees, precisely on the spot where the green lighting had stricken.
He observed the man for a moment, taking in the tousled black hair and the slumped posture. The man was panting as if he had run, and blood cacked his hands. He could also see burned places, and yes, that was more blood oozing from a wound on his leg. The man was a mess.
It was probably a bad idea for Tom to go to this madman. Even if it was clear he was a wizard.
Tom was unsure how to proceed, he was still six months away from his maturity, and he needed to stay at the orphanage for another two months before Hogwarts would be back in session.
But he desperately wanted to get away. He needed to be in the Wizarding world, not in some Muggle Orphanage, no matter what Dumbledore thought. And this wizard could be his escape, at least, he hoped so. He couldn't rely on his followers to get him out of this hell hole. That would have meant he would be in their debt, and Tom Marvolo Riddle would be in no one's debt. But to rely on a strange wizard- maybe he wasn't that desperate.
Tom made a decision, if this man was mad, he could always kill him, but for now, he would be civil.
''Are you alright?'' He asked carefully, in full control of himself. He knew that he could manipulate almost everyone around him with his looks, voice, and, mostly his power. People always were attracted to power. And power was something Tom had in spades.
The head of the man swiveled up, and Avada green eyes bored into his. Tom was stunned for a moment before the man was up and pushed a wand into his throat, shocking Tom with the swiftness of the action.
''You!'' The man - correction, boy because he couldn't be much older than Tom himself he thought idly- snarled.
Tom falters for a moment, not expecting the hate that is aimed at him through those vivid green eyes. ''I'm sorry, but you have me at a disadvantage. Have we met before?'' He asks in his most calm voice, hoping to have the boy back away. The wand was digging into his skin, and the tip started to burn. Tom hissed.
But instead of backing off, the boy pushes his wand even further into his throat, making it hard to swallow. Tom suppressed a snarl. Nobody should threaten him like this. Nobody was as powerful as Tom. So for a nobody to challenge him like this-
''How are you even alive? How many Horcruxes did you make? You fucking idiot!'' The green-eyed boy hisses at him, making Tom falter. His eyes widen, and he gapes, probably for the first time in his life.
Tom is shocked the boy even knows about Horcruxes and desperately tries to shield his thoughts before trying to get some sort of upper hand, but he's failing miserably.
He's not used to this at all, normally, he has the power, but at the moment, he draws a blank. He feels adrift from the fury in those emerald eyes, the tense stand, and his firm grip on his wand.
''I don't know what you mean,'' He replies cooly, his tone full of ice. Nobody talks to him like this.
The grin that spreads over the boy's face is manic, and it makes Tom suppress a shiver.
''Liar. You once told me you don't lie, Tom,'' he replies. Anger takes over Tom. Nobody threatens him, nobody speaks to him like this, and everybody should revere him. Who does this boy think he is?! And how does he know Tom's name?
Because Tom doesn't have his wand and is at a serious disadvantage, he falls back to Muggle means. He punches the boy in the side and tackles him to the ground. Before he got control of his Magic, he needed to survive in the Orphanage, and fighting with his fists was the only way to ensure they didn't take everything he had.
Tom's left hand is curled around the boy's neck, and his right is holding down the hand with the wand in it. Tom feels victorious to have won with just his body, even if the boy beneath him is smaller and thinner than Tom.
He grins viciously at the boy beneath him and is shocked when the boy starts to laugh. He's disturbed to hear it is without mirth, the bitter laugh that escapes the boy is enough to make him pause again.
''Please, please, try to kill me. I'm curious if it will finally work.'' The boy gasps beneath him.
Tom loosens his hands, now curious about this weird boy. ''You - cannot die?'' He asks carefully.
''Not yet, at least. But not for lack of trying on your part or on that of my friends-'' He sneers, but the fight is leaving him, and only loneliness and desolation settle in. Tom, unfortunately, recognizes the emotions intimately.
When he meets Tom's eyes again, Tom pulls his hands away as if burned. Those emotions seem to overwhelm the boy beneath him, and Tom doesn't want anything to do with those emotions.
Some people thought Tom was unfeeling, cold, and aloof, but they were wrong. Tom always felt so much that it seemed to overwhelm him at times. From a very young age, he learned he needed control, control to come further in life. And with making his first Horcrux, he had dimmed a lot of his overwhelming emotions. The emotions that he didn't mind were hatred and anger. Those he had in spades and will always feel with such overwhelming intensity that he sometimes was surprised that he didn't put someone on fire with his glare.
But the boy beneath him doesn't have control, his emotions are bare on his face for anyone to read, and Tom feels uncomfortable for the first time in many years.
''Please kill me.'' The boy pleads, pulling on Tom's hands as if to place them back around his throat.
Why would a boy that is this powerful (Tom can practically feel the power waft off him) and can't die - ask to be killed? Tom can't comprehend it. He doesn't understand this at all. And he hates it if he doesn't understand something.
''No,'' Tom says before standing. He will not kill such a powerful creature without knowing its secrets. Why would you want to die? Tom just- Tom has been afraid of his own death for many years now, so for someone to ask him to die... He dusts himself off and looks at the boy on the ground before holding out his hand. The boy looks confused but takes his offer, and Tom pulls him to his feet.
The boy hangs his head, and for some reason, Tom wants to reach out and pull him against him. He has never had that response before, and it unnerves him. He doesn't like physical contact, he never had, but for some reason, he wants to with this boy. How odd. Tom doesn't like this. So he does what he does best, he puts it in a box in his head and puts it behind lock and key before burying it even further in his mind.
Tom does give in to his desire to touch, but he just grabs the boy's wrist before pulling him wordlessly inside the Orphanage to his room. Thankfully every corridor is empty in the Orphanage, and soon they are in his room. The boy looks around and doesn't even seem surprised. He doesn't sneer at the bedding, he doesn't scrunch up his nose in distaste, he doesn't do anything Tom expected.
Tom studies him and analyzes the conversation they had outside before he starts stating facts. Hoping to have the boy confirm or deny what is happening.
''You know my name, you know about Horcruxes, but I only have made one at this point, not multiple, so why did you talk about them plural? I don't remember you, but you said I've tried to kill you. I don't understand why I would try to kill you multiple times without succeeding - obviously -'' He drawls, the boy's mouth twitch, but his gaze is stoic. ''- I don't even know you at this moment. I can't be obliviated, and you seem to already have seen my room before. Tell me, are you from the future?''
The boy raises an eyebrow at him, clearly trying to remain calm, but his eyes widen. ''What date is it?'' He asks hoarsely as if afraid of the answer.
''The last day of July-'' He pauses, only to feel amused when the boy glares at him. ''1943.'' He finishes. The boy grows pale immediately, and his knees don't seem to hold him up anymore, so he sinks down onto Tom's bed.
For a moment, Tom frowns. The boy is filthy from the tackle earlier and soaked, just like Tom from being in the rain, but he doesn't comment.
''Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- Luna must've known.'' The boy mutters, appalled by his curse words Tom frowns at him.
''Must've known what? And am I correct?'' Tom turns excited. ''Did you fight in the war? Is Grindelwald still at large?'' He then frowns before throwing the last thought. ''No, if Grindelwald has won in the future, you would be speaking German, and you are clearly British.''
The boy looks at him and tilts his head before his eyes light up, and a vicious smile curls around his lips. Tom doesn't know why his stomach tightens at the look.
''I am from the future, and you are going to help me change it,''
Tom frowns. He knows the boy is speaking the truth because of his Legilimency, he can tell it if people lie to him. But would it be beneficial to change the future? Mmh, maybe he could become famous with the boy's information, and if he's famous, doors will open for him which would've been closed before.
''Why would I help you?''
The feral smile on the boy's lips and the fire in his eyes make Tom swallow.
''Because with your help, we can bring down Dumbledore, and I will make sure you don't turn into some kind of snake monster.'' The boy waves his hand as if waving away what he just said.
''I'm sorry, I will turn in a what now?!'' Tom splutters, not even focusing on the glee of bringing down his most hated teacher, and the boy laughs.
''I will explain everything to you, but first, let's get you out of here.'' The boy smiles at him, and it's pure mischief.
He's wary of the boy in front of him offering his hand, but leaving the Orphanage has been a dream since he could walk. And finding out more about the future?
Tom Riddle summons his school trunk word and wandlessly, making the boy smirk. ''Show off.'' The boy mutters, and Tom narrows his eyes.
Tom grasps the other boy's hand and frowns. ''What is your name?''
The boy raises his left eyebrow. ''Call me Harry,'' the boy, Harry, answers before apparating them away.
Harry is pretty sure he is fucked up in the head. Here he is at Gringotts with Tom Marvolo Riddle.
This is probably a terrible idea. But-
What if Harry can change the future and ensure that the second and third wizarding wars will never happen? He glances at the wizard next to him, and if Harry can stop this wizard from going down the rabbit hole, he can save a lot of people.
It's worth a try, isn't it? He wants to laugh, giggle, and cry at the same time, so yeah, he's probably going crazy.
But if he can bring down Dumbledore in the meantime, well, that is a fucking bonus if he ever has known one.
He bites his lip. He can't fucking wait to ensure Dumbledore will never become Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief of the Wizengamot, and all those other worthless titles.
Even if it means that Tom will be front, center, and leader of Wizarding Britain.
Harry is pretty sure he can convince him not to kill every Muggle and Muggleborn. He is not sure how he will do that, but he's sure he can convince the boy.
But now is not the time for politics. No, he is going to claim one of his Lordships and make sure he can go to Hogwarts by September first with Tom to get his plan in action to bring down Dumbledore.
Hopefully, he can claim the Peverell title. He knows there is an unplottable mansion that comes with those vaults, he was relocating there when he and Luna were ambushed.
''How old are you right now? Sixteen, right?'' Harry frowns to himself. Tom looks a lot like the Tom of his second year from the diary.
''It's unnerving how much you know about me. Are you a stalker?'' Tom replies, but he doesn't sound bothered at all, more intrigued.
Harry rolls his eyes. ''Not a stalker, just the guy who knows pretty much everything about you and can relate to pretty much everything that happened in your childhood,'' Harry states, feeling satisfaction when Tom stiffens.
Tom bristles and is clearly ready to verbally attack Harry or declare him insane when they are next in line.
''Greetings, master Goblin, may your gold ever flow-'' Harry enjoyed the surprised look he got from the teller and Tom. ''-my friend and I require an inheritance test. Can you check if Sharpfang is available?''
''Greetings, young wizard. May your pockets never be empty. I will check if Sharpfang will receive you today.''
Harry inclined his head in respect, and the Goblin was again shocked. Tom quickly bowed his head too, before turning to hiss at Harry. ''You will tell me your secrets,''
Harry rolled his eyes at the younger wizard. Weird that Tom was now younger than him, but ah, well, he was a time-traveling fugitive. He truly couldn't complain.
''I will tell you most of my secrets,'' He then smirked at the miffed look Tom gave him. ''What is the fun in revealing them all?''
The Goblin returned before Tom could reply and beckoned them to follow him, which they quickly did.
They entered the office Harry already knew from the future. Sharpfang had been his account manager after he had accepted his Lordships. He didn't know how Goblin magic worked, but the curious look he got from Sharpfang told him he probably needed to explain himself.
''Greetings, Goblin master Sharpfang, may your enemies tremble at your feet.'' Harry opened with a bow, he didn't like the fact he wasn't wearing robes at the moment, feeling a bit too Muggle for this official meet, but alas, this was a pretty spontaneous visit. Tom eyed him before he parroted him but greeted the Goblin with, ''may your coffers never be empty.''
Sharpfang was watching them closely before responding. ''Welcome, young wizards. May the blood of your enemies splatter your feet. What can Gringotts do for you today?''
''We both need an inheritance test, but I will need a secrecy contract first before we continue our business.''
The Goblin bristled and growled. ''Seven sickles, if you wish a secrecy contract,'' he barked.
''Four,'' Harry bartered, knowing how this worked.
''Five sickles,''
''Acceptable.''
They shook on it, and Harry tried to keep the smirk off his face when he saw Tom's bewildered eyes.
The Goblin produces a ready contract. Harry looks through it quickly before handing it over to Tom, much to the other teen's surprise.
''Check if you find anything, I don't think you will, but you're smart, so maybe you'll notice something I didn't,'' Harry tells him with a shrug.
Tom seems to preen a bit before suppressing it and focusing on the contract.
Harry turns back to Sharpfang. ''Let's talk terms for the inheritance tests. I will pay for both of us. What is your price for two tests?''
''Three hundred Galleons.''
Harry scoffs, and the Goblin smirks. ''Two hundred Galleons and a complete audit of the vaults that become available to us.''
''Two hundred seventy-five and an audit.''
''Two hundred thirty,''
''Two hundred fifty,''
''Agreed,'' Harry replies with a smirk. ''Will you do me the honor of becoming my account manager after I claim my vaults?''
''It will be my honor, but first, you should tell me your name, young wizard.''
''Harry, for now, first sign the secrecy contract and complete our tests, then we will see which name I'll claim.''
The Goblin seemed intrigued and looked to Tom, who was following the proceedings closely.
He handed the contract to the Goblin and turned to Harry. ''It was fine. There were no hidden intentions for as far as I could see.''
''Good,'' Harry turned to see the Goblin sign the secrecy contract. Harry then signed before indicating for Tom to sign too.
The Goblin prepared the inheritance tests before explaining to Harry and Tom what they needed to do.
Harry was pretty sure what there would be on his test, but he was curious about what Tom's test would show.
After giving three drops of blood, the letters started to bloom on the parchment.
Harry James Potter
Birth: Non-available
Father: James Fleamont Potter
Birth: Non-available
Mother: Lily Potter nee Evans
Birth: Non-available
Godparents:
Sirius Orion Black
Birth: Non-available
Available Lordships:
Peverell
Gryffindor
Non-available Lordships:
Potter (already claimed)
Black (already claimed)
Available heirships:
Potter
Peverell
Non-available heirships:
Black (already claimed)
Vaults:
1011 - Peverell
1231 - Potter
0112 - Gryffindor
Harry sighed and looked at Tom. He knew what would be available for him in the vaults and which properties, so he didn't need to know the rest. He's glad Tom and Sharpfang have signed the secrecy vow, especially with his strange inheritance and no available birthdates.
Tom's posture had stiffened, and his mouth was open the littlest bit. Harry was curious about what was on his test, so he unashamedly took a peek.
Tom saw it and scrunched up his nose before handing over his sheet. Harry grabbed it and handed over his own. Tom only raised an eyebrow before greedily reading the document.
Tom Marvolo Riddle
Birth: 31 December 1926
Father: Tom Riddle
Birth: 5 November 1905
Mother: Merope Gaunt
Birth: 8 May 1907
Death: 31 December 1926
Non-available Lordships:
Slytherin (can be claimed when reaching majority)
Gaunt (can be claimed when reaching majority)
Peverell (can be claimed when reaching majority)
Available heirships:
Slytherin
Gaunt
Peverell
Vaults:
0111 - Slytherin
1011 - Peverell
''Why aren't the birthdates listed on your test?'' Tom asked. ''And are we related?'' He didn't seem to like the idea, and Harry chuckled. ''I'll explain later,''
''And because I'm from the future, as you already guessed. The test can't write a date that hasn't happened yet.'' Harry explained, placing Tom's test on the desk for Sharpfang to read.
Tom then sneered. ''Are you going to claim the lordship to Gryffindor?''
Harry rolled his eyes, ''no, not yet. I don't want to get too much attention when I go to Hogwarts in September.''
Tom looked at him with a frown. ''Are you entering your seventh year then?''
Harry shook his head with a smile. ''I'm planning on joining you for sixth year.''
Tom didn't seem to know how to deal with that and just shook his head before giving the parchment to Sharpfang. Sharpfang's eyebrows started to rise to his hairline while reading the test, and he didn't even try to suppress a smirk when he caught the bewildered expression from the Goblin.
The rest of the visit went by quickly. Harry claimed the Peverell Lordship, while Tom claimed the heirships to Gaunt and Slytherin. Not wanting Harry to be his Lord of House. Sharpfang helped Harry with a new identity and gave them a Portkey to the Peverell Mansion. It had been kept in stasis, so if and when the Lord returned, it could be used again.
Harry would make sure to place the mansion under the Fidelius as soon as possible, even if it was unplottable. He would check out the wards when they entered the house while making sure he and Tom could enter whenever they wished.
Then they went shopping. Tom seemed divided between being elated and horrified when Harry bought them both a whole new wardrobe. Harry didn't give a fuck. He just wanted to make sure he was in Tom's good graces and refused to walk around in burned and torn clothes.
But he could see that Tom was about to burst from the questions he was holding back. Oh, he tried to weasel some answers out of Harry, but Harry kept everything to himself. He was debating if he needed another wand when his blood ran cold. Albus motherfucking Dumbledore entered the alley.
He quickly turned to Tom and grabbed both him and the Portkey before disappearing with the activation password.
''A warning would be nice next time.'' Tom snarled when he ripped himself from Harry's grip after landing.
''I agree, but if we had spent one second longer there, I would've committed murder,'' Harry replied cheerfully.
He then looked around and grinned, pleased with what he saw. ''Now, come on, let's go find the wardstone and spill some blood on it.''
Tom looked at him incredulously. ''You're so weird.''
''It's about to get weirder when you hear the rest of my life story and why I want Dumbles dead and buried.'' Harry chirped. Tom's eyes gleamed.
''Fine, lead the way, oh crazy one,'' Tom said imperiously, making Harry snort.
''Yeah, because I'm the crazy one here.''
Tom shot him a glare, ''what's that supposed to mean?''
Harry waved his comment. ''You'll learn soon enough.''
Harry looked around before nodding to the cellar door. He already knew where the wardstone was, having been in the house once in the future.
He shook his head, not wanting to think back to what happened before he appeared back in time. Merlin. He was due for an epic freakout and maybe a breakdown. He was currently making house with his once enemy. His life has been utterly insane since birth.
Harry led Tom down the staircase and quickly, without fanfare, took charge of the wards before adding a Fidelius. He could tell Tom was fascinated with the wards and the spellwork.
''That last spell is giving me a headache,'' Tom grounded out after the Fidelius was set. He looked around in confusion, not understanding what was happening at all.
''Peverell manor is located in the Forrest of Brecon,'' Harry stated, and he smirked when Tom's eyes cleared again.
Harry then conjured a knife and held it out for Tom to take. ''Bleed seven drops on the stone just like I did before. The wards will accept you, and you can make additions if you see fit, but I ask you not to do that without me knowing. You aren't a ward master, and I want to be able to always enter my own house. Thank you very much.''
Tom's eyes flashed with annoyance, but he nodded in acceptance. It was kind of funny to see that Tom didn't have all his masks in place just yet. Harry remembered when he met Tom for the first time when he was twelve. The boy from the diary was more emotional than Voldemort had ever been. Maybe it was because of his ripped soul, but maybe he got better at closing himself off when he grew older.
Manic anger was the only emotion Voldemort had shown. Well, that and he had felt a couple of other emotions when he had been a Horcrux himself.
''What do you propose to do now?'' Tom asked when he was finished adding his blood to the wards.
Harry scoffed. ''Don't sound so posh. You're at home right now, or for however long you want to be, and I refuse to be posh all the time,'' Harry leveled Tom a look and took a bit of amusement out of how uncomfortable Tom looked.
''We'll see,'' Tom said with a sneer. Harry just rolled his eyes and beckoned Tom to follow him.
They entered the study Harry remembered seeing, and Harry pulled out some of the groceries he had purchased earlier. But mostly, he was looking for the fire whiskey.
He waved his wand and, with a couple of simple spells made from the groceries some small sandwiches, which Tom eyed hungrily.
''Eat, and drink something. I'll tell you about my life and yours, and what I want to happen.''
Tom watched as he drank some fire whiskey and took a sandwich for himself before Harry took a couple of sandwiches too.
''So, I was born on 31 July 1980, in the middle of a new wizarding war. Yes, Grindelwald gets defeated, no, I will not let it happen in the same way as last, and that's all you need to know for now.''
Tom just looked at him stoically until Harry continued.
''There was a Prophecy, Albus motherfucking Dumbledore heard it himself and sealed my fate that day. It was a Prophecy that supposedly said that the one who would vanquish the Dark Lord was upon them. A spy from the Dark Lord overheard, and the Dark Lord took action.'' Harry looked Tom in the eye. ''That Dark Lord was Lord Voldemort.''
Tom promptly let his sandwich fall to the floor and sprung up with his wand trained at Harry.
''You're prophesied to vanquish me?!'' He hissed menacingly.
Harry raised an eyebrow, not impressed with Tom at all, before taking a bored sip from his whiskey. ''Sit down and listen to the story. If I wanted you dead, you would've been.'' Tom glared at him. Not wanting to follow an order like that. Harry glared back. ''And I'll know all about your diary, so sit the fuck down, or I'll change my mind and kill without a moment hesitation and make sure you're back up plan can't ever be activated.''
Tom's nostrils flared, but he sat back down on the couch.
''So, as I said, there was a prophecy. The Dark Lord at the time wanted to make sure it wouldn't come true and tried to kill me when I was one year old. He killed my parents, making me an orphan before coming to me. But when he turned his wand to me, the killing curse rebounded. His body fell apart, and I was thrown into the Muggle world while I was famous amongst wizarding kind. I grew up with Muggle relatives who hated everything about me and used me like a fucking house elf.'' He swirled his drink, amused with how Tom was following the story, completely captivated.
''Then I found out I was a wizard when I turned eleven. I was thrown back into the wizarding world, which I knew nothing about, while they worshiped the ground I walked on, at least for a while.'' He said with a bitter smile.
''In my first year, Voldemort, or the shade Voldemort was reduced to, possessed my Defense teacher. He then tried to kill me at the end of the year and tried to steal the Philosopher's stone to gain a body,'' Tom poured himself and Harry another tumbler of whiskey. ''But when I touched my teacher, he disintegrated, poof, to ash and everything, burned alive by my own eleven-year-old hands,'' Tom's hand shook a bit when he raised the glass to take a drink.
''According to Dumbledore, who was the Headmaster at the time-'' Harry said with a sneer, ''My mother's protection of love still was strong, which is why Voldemort couldn't touch me.'' Tom furrowed his brow.
''That doesn't make any sense.''
''I agree. It was complete bullshit. But I truly don't know what did happen.''
Tom nodded before waving his hand for Harry to continue.
''Second year! An eleven-year-old girl found herself with a diary and poured out her heart into it,'' Harry looked at Tom imploringly, and Tom groaned. ''Let me guess, my diary?''
''Ding, ding, ding, yes, your fucking diary. She poured her Magic and soul into the diary, and you opened the Chamber again, but because I am a Parselmouth everybody thought I was the heir of Slytherin. You're a dramatic little shit, by the way. Enemies of the heir beware, Her bones will forever lay in the Chamber, '' Harry scoffed while Tom gaped.
''I don't believe it! You can't be a Parselmouth!''
~'' What don't you believe about it, Tom?''~ Harry said in Parseltongue, mostly to shock and annoy Tom.
''How?!'' Tom then responded.
''Tut-tut, let me tell my story, it will become clear later on,''
Tom didn't seem to wait, but he hadn't had a choice, so he sat back again sullenly while nursing his whiskey.
''Where was I? Ah, yes, everybody thought I was the heir, which is ridiculous, of course, but eventually, I make my way down to the Chamber to save the girl, very Gryffindor move, I know, and there I meet Tom Marvolo Riddle, who has almost drained the girl from her Magic to make a body for himself. He sends the Basilisk at me, and I kill it with a sword.''
Tom scoffs but doesn't interrupt him.
''Then I stab the diary with the Basilisk fang that was rammed in my arm, destroying Horcrux no. 1.''
Tom was as stiff as a board right now, but Harry ignored it.
''Let's see, third year was the first year I wasn't almost killed by Voldemort, but I was almost bitten by a werewolf and attacked by a hundred Dementors, but it had nothing to do with Voldemort!'' He says cheerily. Tom gives him a deadpan look.
''I know you aren't lying, but what the bloody hell?''
Harry frowns at him before his face clears. ''Ah, yeah, you're a Legilimens, but I'll do you one better,'' He scrapes his throat and gets his wand out of his pocket. ''I, Harry James Potter, now Harrison Peverell-'' He scrunches up his name. He doesn't know if he can get used to 'Harrison' anytime soon. ''-promise that everything I reveal to Tom Marvolo Riddle tonight is the truth and nothing but the truth, so mote it be.'' His Magic crackles around him, and he nods, satisfied, before turning to Tom.
Tom looks gobsmacked before he blinks and gets his face back in control.
''Continue,'' Tom demands, and Harry rolls his eyes but does.
''Fourth year Voldemort was a petty bitch,'' He says with a feral grin towards Tom, who scowls. ''He placed me in the Triwizard Tournament, and I needed to compete while I was a minor, and of course, Albus fucking Dumbledore didn't do anything about it. After the third task, I was portkeyed to a graveyard and tied to the gravestone of one Tom Riddle,'' Harry explains, waiting for Tom to understand.
''He used you in a resurrection ritual. Let me guess, there were three tasks, and you needed to overcome each one, so you got help from someone close to Voldemort?'' Harry frowned but nodded. ''And there were three components to the potion he used?'' Tom was sitting forward in excitement, and Harry couldn't help but notice again how smart Tom was.
''Indeed, but to be honest, the number of components and tasks I needed to overcome never made a bell ring for me,'' He says with a shrug, enjoying how Tom scowls again.
''But, yes, a resurrection ritual, you got your body back, and this is where you were turned into a half-snake creature,'' Harry shudders a bit. ''You were disgusting.''
Tom looks so insulted that Harry bursts out laughing. ''Oh, this is gold. I can't wait for you to see how awful you are in the future,'' Harry snaps his fingers when an idea hits him, and he tries to accio a Pensieve. Unfortunately, it doesn't work.
''Dammit, well, when I've got a Pensieve, I'm going to show you,'' Harry then continues his story.
''We dueled, but because we have similar cores in our wands and our wands are brothers, they can't be used against each other, it was all pretty freaky, but I eventually escaped and tried to tell the wizarding world you returned - back then I still believed Dumbledore could walk on water and believed everything he told me.'' Harry rolls his eyes and loses himself in depressed thoughts for a moment. But he quickly pulls himself out of it.
''Fifth year, we got a teacher from hell, I can't actually believe she wasn't one of yours, but well, the wizarding world was in denial about you and painted Dumbles and me as the bad/crazy guys, so we get a new teacher for DADA because you cursed the position so nobody could hold that position for more than a year, and she's from the Ministry,'' He waves his hands in emphasis as if Tom doesn't seem to catch how important this is.
Tom just looks at him as if Harry's starting to lose the plot, more than he already had. Harry just feels warm and ignores it again before downing his glass again.
''So a teacher from the Ministry who hates me and adores her kitties and torture, soo much fun times and soo many detentions-'' Harry sneers before smiling when he sees Tom topping off his drink.
''Thanks, so, end of the year, Voldemort sends me these visions, ya know? And one of those visions came true, so when he sent another one I thought it would come true too, so my friends and I rushed to the Ministry to stop Voldemort from killing my Godfather, only my Godfather wasn't there, never was, it was a trick, so I would get the Prophecy,''
Harry should probably stop drinking, but thinking back to Sirius always chokes him up. It was one of his biggest regrets.
''We duel for our lives and try to escape, only for the Order of the Phoenix, the old goat's special little club, to jump to our aid, and my Godfather still gets killed. Now the whole world again knows Voldemort is at large, and they run in circles to get into my good graces so I will save their asses, again, I might add,'' He slurps on the next sip he takes and ignores the disgusted look he gets from Tom.
''What happenend then?'' Harry muses before snapping his fingers two times.
Immediately a house elf pops in, and Harry blinks stupidly at the elf for a moment.
''Master called Mipsy?'' The elf asks carefully.
''Uh, nope, but good you're here. Are there any more of you?''
Mipsy shakes her head and shoots Harry a wary look.
''Okay, I hadn't expected any elves, but can you prepare two rooms for us? We will be staying at the manor for the coming two months until Hogwarts starts again. Oh, and could you get me some water? I think I had enough whiskey...''
The elf nods before stopping herself, ''does Master wants anything else?''
Harry shakes his head no, and the elf visibly deflates in relief before popping away. Harry frowns, the elf's reluctance to help is kind of strange, but Harry ignores it for now.
He sees Tom watching him, but when he opens his mouth to ask, Tom waves at him to continue his story. A glass of water pops on the table next to Harry, and he drinks greedily. ''Thank you, Mipsy,'' he says out loud, ignoring how Tom rolls his eyes.
''Sixth year, I got lessons from Dumbles about you,'' Harry says, seeing Tom stiffen immediately.
''Me?''
''Well, yes, the guy who became Lord Voldemort, of course, he thought I should learn everything I could about you. And learn about Horcruxes,''
''Obviously,'' Tom sneers. His hands are clenched around the glass, and Harry thinks the glass could break any moment now.
''What did you learn about me?'' Tom hisses between his teeth.
''How you manipulated Slughorn to tell you about Horcruxes, how you got the next few items which you would use eventually for your Horcruxes-'' Harry stops for a moment. ''I learned about your mother and your father.''
As expected, Tom explodes. His Magic is violent in his unease, and it stings Harry, but he doesn't respond visibly. ''You know who they are?! You know where that miserable Muggle lives!?''
''Sit. Down.'' Harry growls, pushing his own Magic out to temper Tom's.
Tom snarls but does as asked. ''Well. Do you?!''
Harry sighs, ''yes, I know who they are, and I know the whole fucking story behind it, so calm down, and I will tell you, and if you still want to kill your father after, I'll apparate you to their home later in the summer,''
This stops Tom, and he blinks for a moment, completely confused. ''Why would you do that? As far as I'm hearing, you're the Golden boy of Gryffindor, most Gryffindors aren't as-'' Harry starts to laugh.
''I was almost a Slytherin, so calm your horses. I'm just completely done. Done with Dumbledore's manipulations, and I will kick him down off his high horse and kill him if I get the chance, and I am going to tell you the complete truth of everything that happened in my timeline, and do you wanna know why Tom?''
The tone he uses to order/ask this is enough to make Tom swallow heavily. A show of unease if Harry has ever seen it.
''Because after my story, I'm willing to bet that you don't want to go down the same fucking road-'' Harry sits forward, his eyes eager on the still blue ones of Tom. ''And I'm the key to ensuring you will not make the same mistakes. I will make sure you will make the Wizarding world great again, and not destroy it like you almost did. Hell, maybe a couple of years later, it would've been, with how our population had slunk because of the wars and how close the Muggles are with finding us.''
Harry sits back and swirls his drink. ''But if you think this is all a load of shite, tell me now and leave, and I'll kill you as soon as I can. So it's your choice, stay, learn, and help me take Dumbles down and Grindelwald with it, or get the fuck out, and as soon as I'm done playing with the big boys, I'll come for you,''
His Avada green eyes are boring into Tom. ''Choose wisely, Tom.''
Tom clenches his hand in frustration, and Harry can see his mind spinning.
''Who says I need help?''
''Did I stutter? I did. I don't know how long I can stay in this time, but I will work my ass off so you can protect the Wizarding world from too much Dark Magic and too much Light Magic.''
Tom sneers. ''There is no such thing as too much Dark magic,''
''You're wrong, and you know you are. Magic is neutral, and it needs to be respected to flourish. Every part of it. Some of it is Dark or will be labeled as Dark in the future, and after the wars that will rage in Britain, nobody will align with the Dark. Too afraid of the backslash. While the Light seems to flourish, their magic reserves will dwindle, Muggleborns are a blessing in the future, but they need to understand everything about Magic as its whole.''
''Mudbloods? What do they have to do with it?''
Harry groans. ''Why are you even against Muggle borns? You're a Half blood yourself, just like me. And we are freaking powerful. My mother was a Muggle born, and the smartest witch of my generation was one too. Don't parrot that shit from the Purebloods of Slytherin, who are mad about lost rituals, while the Muggle borns don't even know what they did wrong because the shit that is happening is out of their hands. Muggle borns can't even get a job in the Ministry and no Muggle borns work in Hogwarts. There are only Half Bloods or Purebloods, so where do the rules come from? With who started the restrictions? Think Tom. The Muggle borns are not the problem, but the problem lies with the people who make the decisions.'' Harry rants.
Tom seems to think about it for a moment. ''We are not going to agree on this topic tonight. Continue your story. We have gone astray. I want to hear this story you are so sure will change my future.'' Tom says firmly, making Harry breathe out harshly through his nose to calm himself down. But he knows Tom is right. So after calming down, he starts with where he stopped.
''Dumbledore showed me a lot of your life, and he knew for sure you would have hidden a Horcrux in some cave.'' Harry watches how Tom stiffens again but continues. ''We went to the cave, found your traps, almost died, and then we went back to Hogwarts, where one of your followers had worked the whole year so you could infiltrate the school. Your followers were fighting in the halls, and when we got back to Hogwarts, Dumbledore was killed by one of your followers,''
Tom grins, and Harry chuckles. ''Unfortunately, there is more to it. Just wait.''
He groans in response, and Harry can't help the grin that settles. ''The next year, I went on the run and hunted for the rest of your Horcruxes. It was very dull, to be honest. With not enough food, a betrayal, some hexes, and curses, we broke into Gringotts and broke out of Gringotts on a dragon. Then we broke into Hogwarts, and you brought the fight to Hogwarts.''
Harry swallows harshly. Thinking back to the battle of Hogwarts was still some of a sore spot. He lost so many people back then, but the devastation of Hogwarts was more heartbreaking than he ever would've thought.
Harry locks eyes with Tom again.
''Hogwarts burned, Tom.'' He whispers, and Tom inhales sharply.
''Because of me?'' Tom replies softly, his eyes conflicted. Harry shook his head, and Tom frowned.
''Because of who you could become.''
Tom breathes out harshly and waves his hand.
''Tell me the rest.''
Harry nods. ''Voldemort called for a break and called me to him. At first, I would never have thought I would go willingly, but then I learned I was his Horcrux.''
Harry is watching Tom very closely, curious about how he would react.
Tom seems to be frozen before he is out of his chair and looming over Harry. His hand was on Harry's chin, and tilting his head up harshly to lock eyes and dive into Harry's mind. But Harry has practiced a lot, and while he can't empty his thoughts or build a fucking fortress around his mind and memories, he can distract the intruder like hell.
He grins savagely and pulls up a thought of Dumbledore fucking a goat. Tom recoils out of his mind and snarls.
''What the bloody hell!''
''You dove into my mind. I took that as an insult. Keep the fuck out of my head. Voldemort has been in there enough.''
''You just told me you are my Horcrux! I want to know for sure!'' Tom demanded, sounding furious.
''I took an oath to tell the truth, you idiot! That's how you know for sure!''
Tom throws his arms in the air, and Harry can't help but think it's pretty funny to see Tom lose composure like this. He already knows he will try to make Tom lose control as much as possible.
''And I'm not your Horcrux anymore. I walked to my death, I went to you, and you hit me with the second Avada-'' He pulled his shirt up so Tom could see the lightning bolt scar on his chest. It was something nobody knew about, and to show it now to Tom made him feel vulnerable.
Tom reached out, and Harry hissed from the cold fingers. Tom frowns. ''Was Voldemort killed again like the last time he threw the curse at you?''
Harry shook his head and pulled his shirt down again. ''No, he was down when I woke up, but he wasn't dead.''
Tom hisses something unintelligible, ''So that's how you know you cannot die?''
Harry rolled his eyes but nodded. ''I woke up, according to Dumbledore, who met me when I was dead-'' He ignores Tom's mumble. ''Of course you did, Gryffindors Golden boy.'' ''-I could return because the Horcrux died from the curse and not me.''
Tom scoffs.
''Yeah, that's what I thought too. No way that was the reason,'' But that's everything Harry will say about it. He doesn't want Tom to get obsessed with the Hallows.
''I get back to life, duel Voldemort, and our wands lock again as they did in fourth year, but now all the Horcruxes were gone, so Voldemort was weak, and I won. Voldemort fell down in all his snake-human glory, and the wizarding world was safe,''
Tom narrows his eyes. ''And? What happened then? That isn't the story how you got here, so what happened?''
Harry chuckles and takes a sip of his almost-forgotten whiskey. ''You're so fucking smart. I can't believe you have torn yourself apart like that in the future.''
When he looks back at Tom, he's looking away, and his shoulders are stiff.
''What happened?''
Harry sighs and groans. ''I got to live a couple of months in peace, went back to Hogwarts for my NEWTS, found out the family I saw as my own was drugging me so I would marry their youngest, was again betrayed by my best mate, found out I was an heir to a couple of houses like you found out today, tried to study hard, was called to the Ministry for something stupid and then arrested.''
He downs the rest of his whiskey and makes a face at the burn before setting his glass down.
''I got a farce of a trial, the second one, I might add, and went on the run, again. During the trial, we were shown memories Dumbledore had left of me for the Wizengamot, in which he told everyone I was Voldemort's Horcrux and influenced by Voldemort my entire life. He showed how I was a Parseltongue and how I could lose my temper just to paint me in a bad light, he ended his argument that I would be the next Dark Lord and I should be dead.''
Harry turned back to Tom again, who was watching him with a feral grin. ''So that's why you hate him so much?''
''Yes.'' He replies simply. ''I was on the run and almost safe, or so I thought when I was cornered with my best friend. She died protecting me.'' He murmurs the last part, his heart aching for Luna. A Luna who isn't even born yet.
He shakes his head. ''She gave me a silver Time Turner. I didn't think anything about it, but then it got hit with some kind of spell, and I was thrown through time and landed in front of your Orphanage.''
Tom frowned. ''And you don't know anything about the spell that was thrown to you? Do you still have the Time Turner?'' Tom asked rapidly, but Harry could only shake his head.
The Time Turner didn't survive the trip, or at least, he couldn't find it when looked earlier.
He let out a sigh and stood with a stretch while Tom narrowed his eyes at him. ''What are you doing?'' Tom asked.
''I'm going to bed tomorrow, I can tell you about your parents, and then you can swear a vow so you won't create any more Horcruxes.''
Tom lets out a harsh laugh. ''I'm sorry, what? Are you trying to order me around, Peverell?''
Harry got right in his face and was irritated about the fact Tom was so much taller than him. Stupid malnourisment.
''I will about this. You listened to my story. Are you really that basic of an arsehole that you will be petty enough to ignore my warnings and create more containers for the rips of your soul so you can supposedly live forever? While you just heard it will end badly for you because I will destroy you.''
''It's like you said. You just told me everything. What says that I will be defeated by you again?!''
''So you want to watch the world burn?''
''No! I will tear it down and build it up better!'' Tom snarled.
Harry growled. ''If you would just LISTEN to me, you will know that with violence, you will not win!''
'' I will not die! I will make other arrangements. I will use containers you will not know. I will-''
Harry felt cold creep from his chest outwards, coating his insides, but instead of freezing in fear from the icy feeling of Dementors, he felt empowered.
He opened his mouth to scream at Tom again, but the voice that came out of him was not his own. The sound was raspy and ancient, more powerful than he ever had heard. Harry would've shivered if he had any control, but in his own mind, he huddled in a corner in the horror of what was happening. He felt like a puppet, played by Magic he couldn't ever fantom to control in his life.
''Death will come for you eventually, Mr. Riddle. My Master will ensure it.''
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