Harry, I'm Sorry. • A Tomarry Fanfiction

Time Tear

The halls of Hogwarts stood dignified, their arches coming together in thick branches. Similar to a tree, it held its wise and influential appearance. There for years; people didn't stop to look or even bat an eyelid, just like a tree. It held everything together and heard everything that was spoken. All the secret conversations about he who must not be named and all the little stupid things kids would splutter. 

Words upon words wear spoken between the walls but none were repeated. A secret the walls kept them which was scary. For at night they saw some dreadful things. They saw crimson and purple, heard cries and laughter. They saw and heard everyone's life. Even Harry's.

Grey hair hid its tips under a belt and was unkempt yet was stained by the fact of it normally looking tidy and neat. A telltale of what was to happen. Footsteps hurried down the halls with hushed talking until they came to an abrupt stop. A face of wrinkles and old skin covered in hair turned to face another. The others face had old looking skin but was only just past his thirties; pleats of mishap and trauma. His nose was crooked and eyes drained of life yet he continued, just like everyone else. 

"Dumbledor, you are putting everyone in danger by allowing this," Snap snapped in his low monotone voice. He kept as quiet as he could, not wanting anyone else to eavesdrop on the conversation the two where having. Although he wasn't the headmaster of Hogwarts he still felt some authority and was far from afraid to challenge Albus as he pleased. 

Albus Dumbledore on the other hand although hating having been spoken to in such a manner kept a neutral tone. "He is just a boy, he hasn't done the things Lord Voldemort has done, he may not even remember it." He spoke calmly to the counterpart. "I know Potter is who you care for as he is the only hold you have to Lily, nobody is at risk professor Snape." Dumbledor retorted. He believed in the young Tom Riddle, for he knew what he was like as a child. He just hoped that someone could change him. 

With a flick of his cape, Snape turned and stormed his way down the rest of the hall. He would do everything in his power to protect Lily's eyes. He may act like he hates Harry but deep down he loves the boy as much as he would love a son, even if he had no idea of the abuse Harry succumbs to. If he did, surely he would keep the boy safe. 

Unlike Dumbledor.

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A boy previously during the day showed up in a room of natural colours of wood. Dark to light, light to dark the colours danced in harmony and made the room look complete. The walls practically a bookshelf; a kingdom of knowledge. The room itself was extensive, spacious being a word no longer able to be used upon anything else. A large oak desk with a throne like chair tucked behind it in the centre; just under a pillared arch, stairs leading up in a curved manner to make anyone standing there look important. Which is where he stood.

Brown hair was ruffled up in a waved mess, clothes stretched and torn and a shoe missing made this boy seem even more interesting and out of place. As if he had been pulled through a rip of time. That was what would be said has happened until proved otherwise. Breathing was heavy, tired and drained. Yet otherwise innocent eyes glanced around the room. 

All was forgotten when eyes met the walls, all the books were heaven for this boy. He liked reading, he loved learning. He wanted to read them all. Dumbledor had spoken with him and for now, he waited; looking through the books on the wall and picking up a few to read. If he could he would stay here until he read every single one but knew he couldn't do that.  

While he was reading, Dumbledor had called all the teachers and students to the great hall where they sat in rows on tables of their houses. They muttered to each other, coming up with different reasons why they may have been called upon. Some were stupid but others fairly close.

"Silence!" His voice boomed through the room and it went silent before he started talking properly. 

"Right everyone, a certain boy has shown up today. We right now do not know how he has gotten here but we are looking into it. He is the same age as some of you and will act like a lot of you. Like a normal child. He has shown up and I intend that he stays and is to be looked after, with caution though of course but nonetheless treated no differently to you." His eyes scanned over the room before continuing. "His name is Tom Riddle. All of you know him as Lord Voldemort but he is not at that stage of life yet, he is still young and hasn't done any of the things that have made us hate him. He may not even know he has done them. Bear this in mind and be kind. Let's try and change the coarse of his future." Everyone was being addressed, professors as well and Dumbledor made sure they knew that. "I know you may be frightened but none of you will be harmed, he is so innocent to this world, like every child. He isn't a monster quite yet."

He finished speaking and the students started talking again, shocked, scared and angry by the news. Of course, some would follow orders but others refused. They believed Tom didn't deserve to be here or to even be alive. Others wanted to run and hide.

What they all didn't know was that Harry wasn't in the room. He had no idea of this affair. 

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A/N - My second chapter, I hope you guys are enjoying the plot so far. I've loved coming up with it. Please comment and vote, it would mean the world!!