Harry goes to Hogwarts after growing up in an Orphanage, where he learned all about a certain Tom. He makes friends (allies) and he may become a dark lord in the process, that is if he doesn't fall in love with one first. And he does it all with his...
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Summary: Draco and the twins play some pranks and Harry *cough*Hedwig*cough* delivers Tom's Christmas gift.
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Harry awoke confused, he fell asleep in the ROR, lying comfortably on white sand to the sound of the waves; however, he woke surrounded in silk.
He tensed, unsure if he was safe or not, and slowly propped himself up on his elbows only to relax as he saw the emerald curtains and the shiny black reptile that lay by his side. ^Aquila^ he nudged her snout, and she let out a whine in protest. ^Aquila! Wake up you whiny rat^ her head shot up, fangs bared.
^You did not just call me a rat, Hatchling! I. am. not. a. rat! I eat rats! I am not a fuc-^
^Language, Aquila!^ Harry shook his head, ^I'm sorry,^ he brought a hand up to his face in order to cover his grin. Aquila muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, no you're not dumbass, and Harry shook his head while pressing his hand harder to his mouth in order to stop the laugh that wanted to burst through. ^Yes, well, do you know how we got here?^
Aquilla seemed to bristle at the question, ^Of course I know how we got here, we took a big box thing and then we got onto another big box that had other boxes attach-^
^No, Aquila, how did we appear in bed? We were in the room of requirement, remember?^
Aquila paused for a moment, before shaking her tiny head from side to side as if to wake herself up more, ^Yes! I think it has something to do with masters ma-^
^He. Is. Not. My. Mate^ Harry hissed, teeth clenched. Aquila merely giggled, and continued ranting about how they needed to get together already. It's like she doesn't understand I'm underage, Harry thought as they walked to the great hall for breakfast, Aquila still hissing away. His hair was, as usual, put away in a bun with a few strands framing his face, and under his robes lay his usual attire; a pair of black pants and a dark blue dress shirt.
