(A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter and thanks for reading. Also a reminder that you can also find the exact story on Ao3 under my account carley2. If you want you can check it out!)
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September 1, 1942
Tom Riddle was not having a good day. First of all, he was only seconds away from missing the train, and secondly, he couldn't find any empty compartments. He could've sat with Avery and Lestrange, but he didn't know where exactly the other sixth year Slytherins are.
Sighing once more, Tom walked away from another full compartment and started making his way to another compartment that's at the end of the train. Knocking on the compartment door, he opened it to reveal an unfamiliar wizard. Glancing around Tom noticed it was only him in the compartment.
"Do you mind I sit with you? All the other compartment are full." Tom asked quietly while he examined the unfamiliar wizard.
The other wizard smiled hesitantly, "Sure."
Harry Potter mentally sighed as he eyed the sixth year Slytherin. He could recognize the teen from anywhere, dark black hair, dark brown eyes, and high cheekbones, Harry could still recognize Tom Riddle. Why does he always get stuck in these kinds of situations? Well...not in this situation since he never been in this situation, but where all things go wrong, and things become more complicated.
As Tom took a sit on the other chair facing Harry, he pulled out his own book and the both of them fell into a comfortable silence throughout the train ride. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or ignore the whole irony of the situation. Here he was, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Dark Lord's vanquisher sharing a compartment with the said Dark Lord.
Just when they reach their destination Tom hold out his hand, "Tom Riddle."
Harry chuckled, he didn't know if he was insane or not, but he shook the other boy's hand and said, "Hadrian Evan, it's a pleasure to meet you Riddle."
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"-arry! Harry!"
A familiar voice awoke the young man from the darkness that had blinded him. At the sound of his name, Harry opened his eyes to find a red-haired figure standing in front of him. Seeing the unknown figure cause Harry to snapped out of his groggy state and quickly snatched his wand and glasses that were on the side of his bed. Putting on his glasses, he quickly pointed his wand at the figure, the Cruciatus Curse on the tip of his tongue.
Just when he was about to say the unforgivable, he realized who exactly was he about to curse. He also realized where exactly he was as he took notice at the red and gold walls.
'The Gryffindor common room..' Harry thought confusingly as he stared at the red haired figure in front of him, his wand still raised. The events of earlier then flooded into his mind.
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Ron Weasley couldn't help but blinked at confusion as he eyed the wand cautiously. Seeing the dazed expression on the green-eyed wizard's face alerted him that something was wrong, and Ron wasn't sure what to do. He has been with Harry throughout those sleepless nights filled with nightmares and anguished screamed. Now staring at his best mate, his eyes glazed, making them look like the same color of the Killing Curse, his face pale with bags under his eyes, and his hair appearing disheveled imitating a bird's nest.
Harry's wand arm fell limply on the side of his body, he whispered, "Ron..."
Sighing, Ron replied his voice filled with concern, "Harry, are you alright mate? You look like death."
Snapping out of the memories that flooded his heads, Harry states, "I'm going to use the loo after we can head to the Great Halls for breakfast."
And with that he left, leaving a flabbergasted Ron Weasley who just blinked at the spot that Harry just stood. The red-haired wizard couldn't help but scowl at the wizard's obvious attempt to avoid the subject. Sighing once again, Ron decided to let the subject go.
"Just another day," Ron muttered to himself as he waited for the green-eyed wizard.
Unknown to him, today was going to be a little more different.
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September 1, 1942
Dazzling lights and the familiar sounds of the student's voices of the Great Hall brought memories to Harry Potter.
'No, Hadrian Evan.' He reminded himself, he doesn't want to slip up and accidentally introduce himself as Harry Potter to someone. The last thing he needs is to let people be suspicious of him.
As the hat began to sing, he glanced around and sighed as he noticed the other students eyeing him with suspicions and bewildered looks. He knew that everyone was curious about the 'new student' who was lining up with the first years. Ignoring the looks thrown at him, he watches as a young Professor Dumbledore open his mouth to call out the first name of the list he's holding.
"Adams, Philip!"
A blonde haired kid walk up to the front and as the hat was placed on top of his head, a few minutes past until the hat opened his mouth and exclaimed,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
As the first name was called, the Sorting Ceremony began. Harry watched as the Gryffindors applaud for their new house member. Other names were called, but none that he was familiar with.
"Bailey, Alia
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Clarke, Clara!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry continued to watch the first years get sorted, his thoughts scattered around. He needs to find a way back, he just has too. Hadrian doesn't know exactly how, but-
"Evan, Hadrian!"
-he just has to try.
Hearing his name, Hadrian made his way towards the stool. Whispers were heard all over the Great Halls, he could practically feel the whole school eyeing him. Seeing the familiar Sorting Hat made Harry wondered where exactly he will be sorted. The hat was then placed on top of his messy hair.
"Mr. Evan...or should I say, Mr. Potter." The hat's voice echoed throughout the wizard's head.
Hearing his real name cause the wizard to slightly tense, just when he was about replied the hat continued,
"I was created by the founders to sort students, not gossip about them Mr. Potter. Your secrets safe."
'Thank you..' Harry thought with relief.
"A time traveler, it's been a while since I had to sort one. What house should I put you?" The hat asked rhetorically as he continued, "You do have the courage of a Gryffindor and was once a former lion, but now you are being more cautious with your actions. Am I right Mr. Potter?"
'Yes.' Harry thought grimly as his mind flashed black to Sirius falling into the veil. It was because of his reckless idea of going to Ministry that had caused his godfather's death.
"You do possess the qualities of loyalty and wisdom, but it's not exactly where I think you should go. Hmmm...where should I put you in Harry Potter?" The hat wondered.
Just when Harry was about reply the hat continued, "I think I'll stand with what I said to you in the future. Despite what you think Mr. Potter, I believe you do have some cunningness in you. This may also benefit you with your ability to Parseltongue."
Just when the hat said that Harry's face grew horrified at the realization, just when he was about to deny it the hat exclaimed,
"SLYTHERIN!"
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