The Wrong Conclusion {Drarry}

Mates meet

Harry's POV

I was... well... amazed. I mean I've read a lot of shit, but never anything about books that talk to you, especially people that were supposedly dead. I wasn't stupid, I knew that Tom Riddle was the supposed last decedent of Salazar Slytherin, but I also knew that only his descendants could speak parseltongue, aside from me, and the only other wizard, or human even, that could speak parseltounge for the last 50 years was Voldemort. Put two and two together and you get the obvious answer that Tom Riddle was Lord Voldemort, big surprise. I was quite surprised nobody found out sooner, I mean all it took was some research and plain logic (I wanted to say "and some big brain" so badly but didn't).

'Well it is nice to meet you, Tom, or should I say Voldemort?' I wrote, before the ink disappeared and new writing formed in its place.

'Who is this and how do you know I am Lord Voldemort.' The ink said. I let out a small chuckle, it was funny seeing him try to sound angry though typing.

'It wouldn't take a genius to find out, just a little research. Tom Riddle has been known as the last descendant of Salazar Slytherin, yet Voldemort could speak parseltongue, which only descendants of Salazar Slytherin could possess. Put two and two together and you get Tom Riddle being Lord Voldemort. It astonishes me that Dumbledick and the Order of the Frauds haven't found out about it yet, when an eleven year old did.'

'Ah, so you're a first year, eh? Trust me, it amazes me too, though them not knowing is in my corner, and the way you found out was very clever, I'll give you that. Now, you never answered my first question. Who are you?' I let out a laugh.

'Oh how rude of me. My name is Harry. Harry Potter.'

'Ah, the great boy-who-lived gone to the dark side, eh?'

'No, I wouldn't say dark, not until I've met you and we had a little... talk, and change a few things about your death eaters. And I hate to break it to you, but I'm not the boy-who-lived, that would be my brother, Alex Potter.'

'We both know he isn't the real boy-who-lived, you are. You said you were eleven? That means that this would be your first year at Hogwarts, if I may ask, what house did you get in, and where did you get this book?'

'I got it from a shop in Knockturn alley, Borgin and Burkes to be exact, and I'm on my way to Hogwarts now, the train is just about to leave the station, so I haven't been sorted yet, though I can bet I'll get into Slytherin, if not then Ravenclaw.'

'Hm. I don't know much about the Potter name, but I do know that there hasn't been a member of the family in any house other than Gryffindor in many, many generations. I wish I were to be there to see their faces when you get sorted into someplace other than Gryffindor, Slytherin no doubt. I also have some advice for you, talk to Snape, get to know him. In the Order Albus has started, he is known as a spy, spying on me and my Death Eaters, when in reality he is a double spy, spying on them for me rather than the other way around. He is my right hand man, I'd even go as far as to say we are lovers. He is a trusty ally to make, and I would recommend doing so, but make sure he knows where you stand, or he may think you work for the Order.'

'Noted.' I say, about to write something else when I got a whiff of the most stunning scent I've ever smelled. It smelled like hair gel and apples, along with a hint of mint. To others it would be weird to mix the three together, but to me, it smelled amazing, I was practically drooling. I quickly wrote a 'I have to go, talk to you when I get to the dorms, bye!' to Tom before shutting the book and putting it in my trunk, along with Vold-Tom's cloak and putting it on the rack, as soon as my trunk miraculously got on the rack without falling on top of me the doors to the compartment I was in slammed open and there stood the most breathtaking male I've ever scene.