MINE. (tomarry)

Chap 1.

3rd person pov:

Harry was as usual roaming around Hogwarts halls after curfew.

He needed some space from everything and he just wanted to relieve stress and this was the best that he could think of.

As he roamed around the castle his thoughts got occupied.

'What the fuck did I do to deserve this?' He thought as he looked at his bloody hand that said "-I must not tell lies.-"

He was angry at Umbridge, at Dumbledore, at his friends, at fate, at fucking everyone.

He was bloody fifteen! He shouldn't feel like this at the age of fifteen. Scratch that, he shouldn't have felt like this when he was the mere age of 11.

But fate hated him. So he hated fate.

Unfortunately for him, if you hate fate while she loves you, you'll get consequences.

Such consequences started today...

He went to the Room Of Requirement, to obviously sort out his thoughts.

First of all how dare Umbridge? That toad face good for nothing human being that looks like she got ran over by 15 busses and 5 trains. Scratch that she looks like she came from a literal world war of toads.

He lied down on the bed that the ROR made for him and his eyes slowly began closing and he found himself in sleeps arms... or more like death and fates arms....

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3rd person pov:

He woke up to find himself in Hogwarts infirmary.

'Wait- infirmary??? Didn't i fall asleep in the ROR????' He questioned his brained mind.

He looked around and when he finally stopped he was face to face with a woman.

"Good, you're awake! My name is Dorothea Florence Mahoney but you can call me madam Mahoney. May I ask your name?"

'Huh???' Shit, Okay he is stressed again...

"Uhm... can I have the daily prophet for a second?" He asked cause he hoped what he would see was not true.

"Ofcourse" Madam Mahoney said as she gave him the daily prophet.

He looked at the date and held in his gasp.

"-November 15, 1942-"

He sighed loudly and started thinking of a storyline because he obviously isnt leaving anytime soon and fate prolly did something to make him come in TOM  FUCKING RIDDLE 5TH YEAR.

"Well? Your name?" Madam Mahoney asked.

"The name is Hadrian Anay Peverell. I've come here and apparently passed out after Grindelwald killed my parents.." he said the last part in a fake sad tone. His acting was the best anyone could see or hear.

"Oh you poor thing! Dont worry we'll get you settled in here. You must be going into your 3rd year, correct?" Madam Mohoney said/asked.

"Am I really that short? I'm fifteen." Harry now hadrian said tired.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I did not know, I'm pretty sure you would like to get into Hogwarts, No?" Madam Mahoney asked.

"Yes I was wondering if that was still possible?" Hadrian asked.

"Ofcourse it still is possible! I'll call the headmaster for you, alright?" Madam Mahoney said and went to retrieve the Headmaster.

After a few minutes Madam Mahoney came in with Headmaster dippit and they discussed his schooling and eventually got him sorted, the hat sorted him in Slytherin this time and he was of to Slytherin, were people really this stupid to let a NEW student in school find their way to their house? Honestly.

He made to the stonewall and hissed $open$ and walked in and noticed everyone staring at him, thankfully he whispered in parseltounge so he didn't have to worry about anyone finding out but the stares got annoying so he glared at them and spat a "what." Making some people shiver at the dark tone.

"Who are you?" A blonde said.

"How rude of me. But it's more rude when you dont Introduce yourself first. Blonde hair, blue eyes with fancy robes? You must be a Malfoy from the looks of it." Hadrian sneered.

Everyone stood in shock while Abraxas fumed furiously.

"The name is Hadrian Anay Peverell, by the way."

"PEVERELL???" A twin screamed looking like Rabastan Lestrange, "IMPOSSIBLE"

Hadrian showed of his Peverell ring and smirked at the disbeliefs.

All of a sudden someone came into the common room.

"What's all this ruckus"asked a deep charming male voice that belonged to the one and only Tom Fucking Riddle.

Well, shit. Cause the words that slipped out of his mouth weren't supposed to come out...

"Wavy hair, grey/brown eyes with high cheeckbones? You must be a riddle or a gaunt or both."

Everyone took in a breath.

"Excuse me? I'll-" he begun

"You're excused." Hadrian said with sass.

Fuck this.

"How dare you-" he begun again.

"I did dare." Hadrian said.

"Oh my god! Can you stop interrupting me-" he said.

"No." Hadrian said matter of factly.

"Whatever, who are you?" He asked voice laced with irritation.

"How rude. The name is Hadrian Anay Peverell. I think it'll be fair if you introduced yourself too."

"A Peverell? Haven't heard of them in a while. My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle."

'I already knew but oki' Hadrian thought.

"Hmm."

He didn't acknowledge anyone any further and went to look for his dorm and eventually found it. Unfortunately for him, he roomed with Malfoy and Riddle. Just his luck. Wow.

He went into the dorm and saw his new trunk with his necessities there and went to shower after getting some PJs and a pair of boxers.

He locked the door with a heavy lock spell and went to shower without a care in the world. After half an hour he got out and changed then unlocked the door and saw Malfoy and Riddle talk but stop after they saw him but he ignored them as he started drying his hair. And eventually his hair was dried enough, he let his hair fall back to his collarbone since they grew out and layed down to sleep after closing his curtains and putting strong locking charms alongside silencing ones.

Little did he know that he caught the attention of a certain To-Be-DarkLord.

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