Harry was born at the same time as one tom riddle and they both grew up in the orphanage. together when they arrive at hogwarts they are both sorted into slytherin but will harry's morals cause him and tom to drift apart? and will harry keep him sane?
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*at the orphanage idk what year*
'TOM, TOM' harry burst into his room screaming bloody murder at him.
using his recently discovered endless patience tom replied 'yes harry'
'you know that magic school you told me about'
'yes' he drawled out
'i got a letter too, we're going to go to school togetherrrrr' without waiting for a reply he ran off back to his room practically beaming with glee.
this would be interesting tom thought...
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*at the sorting ceremony*
'what house do you think i'll be in tom' he said basically talking to himself 'you'll be a slytherin because your great at lying and scaring people off'
'maybe i will or maybe you'll be in Slytherin to match your eyes or for your favourite colour'.
harry may not notice how i remember these things but i do.
'harry potter' a woman with greyish hair tied in a neat low bun said, he definitely didn't look like someone to mess with.
as harry walked up i could sense how anxious he was. minutes went by until suddenly the hat seemed to come back to life and yelled ' better be' it took a pause for dramatic effect 'slytherin!'
i could see his happiness as he walked over to a table full of cheering students.
'Tom Riddle'
i walked up to the stool and sat down but before the hat was even placed on my head it yelled 'slytherin', like it was going to put me anywhere else.
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* a few years later*
after our second year me and harry had started to drift apart. he didn't give a hoot about blood purity (which was weird since our whole house was based on that) but i however couldn't believe the fact that we had to hide magic from muggles like we're the lesser beings!!!
i had become quite popular through fear and intimidation but harry on the other hand had seemed to charm everyone he met including the grey-haired woman ,who i know know to be Professor McGonagall, and everyone knows she prefers her own Gryffindor's over us snakes; harry seems to be her only exception.
i saw harry sat in the library studying alone and it made me realise how much i miss that we don't talk anymore.
i walked i over him dismissing malfoy and lestrange, who have taken to following me around where ever i go.
'hey' i say sheepishly while rubbing my neck showing vulnerability, which was usually unheard of for me but there was something different about harry.
'hi' he replied sharply
trying not to sound too downhearted i ask him if the seat is taken ,to show I come in peace, even though i know it isn't.
