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: Harry reads about dark lords, meets Cedric, and finds a stranger in his head
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Tom stared through Quirnius' eyes with disbelief, he had the stone. The actual, physical stone was lying in his palm, the red a distinct contrast on his pale skin. He shivered at the feel of power leaking through every crack and crevice on the surface, and almost dropped it in shock, and in favor of covering his eyes, as it glew brightly. Tom blinked furiously, willing the black dots now clouding his vision to leave peacefully... or else, and squeezed the stone posessively- just once- and redirected his eyes to the note lying beneath it. He grabbed the piece of parchment between his fingers, pulling it out of the bag, and placed the stone back in.
Hello, Tom,
I'd like to thank you for everything you've done for me. Though we haven't had the best past, i'd like to think that we're over that by now, that we're on good terms, so as a thank you for being there for me, for making me happy, i'm giving you this gift. I have a strange feeling that you've been looking for this, though I'm not sure how, I just have a feeling that this is something you'd want. Have fun with it, and promise to come and see me once you've used it; I want to see you for you and not through Quirinius. You've been great this year, and who knows, maybe you'll be a teacher next year and save us the trouble of some wacko? Maybe even... break the curse on the DADA position? Have a good Yule,
Harry Potter.
Despite himself, Tom smiled. He'd never had an actual friend before, well besides Nagini, and she was currently missing. Abraxas Malfoy had come close, very close, but he'd never let anyone in. However, a certain raven was very quickly working past every defence that lay around Tom's imprisoned heart. This boy, this child, Tom thought, is going to be the absolute death of me. He giggled... something he will vehemently deny until his immortality runs dry... and put the letter back in the bag, cinching the ties and grabbing it off the dining table before heading up the stairs to his study. -coughQuirnius'studycough- Quirnius' manor was rather small, and couldn't really qualify as a manor yet it was homey to Tom, the walls were beige, the floors a light hardwood, and it was covered in posters of constellations (due to Quirnius' ravenclaw habits), something Tom enjoyed, no matter what anyone thought, he did prefer blue to green.
