Tomarry One Shots

Eyes without a Face

Summary: Harry has been an outsider his whole life, growing up with the Dursleys, never experiencing what it means to be loved or be in love. But when he gets admitted to his new school Hogwarts, he decides to change things. Soon enough he meets his two best friends and finally experiences life and fun, unknowingly attracting the attention of a famous prefect at his school, while doing so. Suddenly he finds himself being watched all the time and a unknown feeling starts to grow deep inside of him.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to Orphan_Account on Ao3

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Present and then vanishing. Gone and back again. Harry stared at his reflection on the frozen window belonging to the train. The window blurred his face but his prominent features were standing out. His vivid green eyes, his defined cheekbones and his faint scar, covered by his dark brown hair which he never was able to tame. It was staring right back at him. Good. The window can keep his face. But then it left again leaving Harry alone with himself. Not even the window wanted his face. Of course not.

Harry sank into himself, slowly letting his head fall onto his arm. They would still need atleast forty-five minutes until they arrived. He took out his headphones, connected to his iPod. That was the only thing the Dursleys ever gave him. Believing it was broken his cousin Dudley gave it to him but luckily Harry managed to fix it. He put one of his headphones in, letting his head fall onto his arm once again, focusing on the passing trees, while listening to the faint music playing. I'm all out of hope, one more bad dream could bring a fall. When I'm far from home don't call me on the phone, to tell me you're alone. Raindrops started tapping against the window. He watched as they ran down the window, creating a piece of art. It's easy to deceive, it's easy to tease but hard to get release. „Excuse me? Are these seats free?" The soft voice made Harry jump, looking into it's direction. In the doorway stood a girl with brown curls and a boy with ginger hair, who seemed to be around Harry's age. „-Mhm? Ah sure of course.", he answered just loud enough to hear. They smiled thankfully at him before sitting down infront of him. He took out his headphones and stored them back into his pocket. „I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger and this is Ron. Ronald Weasley.", the girl said reaching out her hand. Harry gave both of them a warm smile before shaking her hand and introducing himself. „I'm Harry, Harry Potter.", receiving two nods in response. „Are you new here? I haven't seen you around yet and you seem to be too old to be a first year.", Ron asked carefully. Hermione shot a warning glance at him. „What Mione? I'm just asking." Harry felt a smile creeping up his face. „Yes, yes I'm new. I just wasn't able to go to Hogwarts the past years." Lies. All stupid lies. He was able to go the past years but everyone apparently forgot him, not sending him a letter. He tried shaking those thoughts out of his head, focusing on the two persons sat himfront of him. They talked and laughed the whole train ride, the time passing and passing and Harry felt good? After all this time he finally felt happy again.
Quicker than he wanted to, they arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron had asked him about his timetable and if he knew which Hogwarts House he was in, the whole train ride over. He did get sorted into Gryffindor prior already to not cause trouble or confusion at the ceremony for first years, since he obviously wasn't a first year anymore. So now he found himself sitting at the Gryffindor table, Ron and Hermione introducing him to everyone. He didn't mind tho, quite the opposite actually. He was happy and glad he was able to make friends that easily. The next few weeks Harry dedicated himself to his school work and hanging out with his friends, quickly becoming top of his year in every subject. He was admired by his teachers and friends and he finally felt he belonged somewhere after all these years. His attractiveness also had made him popular quite fast, even in different years. Of course not as popular as the Knights of Walpurgis, who were often referred to as School Royalty but he enjoyed his life. The Knights of Walpurgis consisted of Riddle, Avery, Lestrange, Nott and Rosier. He never saw them around, despite the fact he didn't know what they looked like, not that he cared anyways. The only one he ever met was Riddle. Riddle was one of the slytherin prefects so he was roaming around the castle constantly. He was one year above Harry and was apparently some kind of Leader for the Knights of Walpurgis.