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Chapter one
Silence…. My head was quiet. After the defeat of Voldemort. Between the cheers of victory from my friends and everyone around the school. My head was filled with silence.
Maybe because with Voldemort's death and the Horcrux destroyed. There wasn't a bond anymore; there wasn't a connection between us that I had to fight against.
There wasn't someone trying to enter my mind. And yet, I couldn't feel...joy. In fact, I couldn't feel any emotion over the fact that Voldemort was dead, that Tom...was dead.
Of course, after the death of Voldemort. Many people try to write about him, some with similar titles like "The beginning and the end of the dark lord!" or "His Great Fall," But no one knew the truth about Tom.
They didn't know how his mother used a love potion on his father, basically raping him. They didn't know how, after the death of his mother, he was left an orphan, having to live his whole childhood in an orphanage. They didn't know how Tom was considered the devil's child to the people and children around him until he turned eleven. It took eleven years for Tom to finally have someone come to Wool's and tell him the truth. That there was a wizarding world, people with magic just like him.
They didn't know how Tom tried to find his legacy during his first year at Hogwarts. Not believing someone as special as him could come from a family of muggles. Only to have his last name, Marvolo, and his parselmouth skills as clues to his origin. None of them knew about all his hocruxes. Or about his resurrection. Or about how he felt and saw the war through my eyes.
No one knew the truth about Tom Riddle. That's why every time someone tries to get one of these types of books, they want my autograph. I couldn't help but feel...Hate. I can only walk away and leave the area when that happens. Fearing I would hurt someone around me, I learned another new thing about myself after the war. My magic became unstable. It was strong, wandless, and dangerous…
I didn't exactly know why... But I know that after Tom's death. I felt something was missing. A missing piece inside me. Just where the hocrux was. I didn't know what to do with this feeling.
I thought of telling Hermonie and Ron, but that idea got shut down quickly. I didn't know how they would react. It's been barely 7 months since his death and the end of the war. And they still have trauma of everything we've been through, still dealing with the aftermath.
Hermonie? Well, she is now dealing with how her life is after she erased her parents' memories of her. She's now continuing her days working with the Ministry.
And Ron? He and his family were still mourning Fred. George is taking it the hardest, ever since that day. He hasn't made a single joke. Only took the time to focus on the joke shop. I stop by to see him, but only manage to make small talk. After leaving the shop, I knew the twin inside was no longer the same.
I also thought of doing therapy the normal way, or I guess the muggle way, as they say. The teachers of Hogwarts also suggested that all students should take therapy. Of course all the families didn't resorted to the Muggle way. As it was seen as impractical.
For me, that idea got shut down quickly, as well as the last one. I couldn't talk about the war or magic to Muggles. And I couldn't talk to anyone about these feelings. Especially if the person I wanted to talk about was him.
Now I spend my time alone in Grimmauld Place. Inherent from Sirius after his death. Only Hermione or Ron visits me from time to time. Even Ginny, at some point, came to try to reconnect the relationship we had before. But I couldn't feel anything for her. Maybe I never did.She didn't take it well, but I couldn't show or feel guilty about it. Since maybe now that the war is over, i realized that maybe she just like the idea of being with the "boy who lived." So in the end, it was only kreacher and me in this world.
Fans have calm down as well, but now are more focused on what im doing and what are my next plans are. Questions surfacing as if I'm gonna be an Auror? Like my father, Or if I'm gonna be a teacher at hogwards. The most famous one is if I'm going to dissapear now that voldermort is gone and that im am no longer needed. And to be honest. That last question didn't bother me. In fact, I see it as an option.
Maybe that's the truth in the end. I'm no longer needed, and maybe I can try to live my life for once. Taking the weight of "the chosen one" off my shoulders. But I still feel empty. I can't feel anything besides hate.
I visited Teddy to try to feel something. Thinking maybe seeing something pure like my only godson can make my feelings resurfaced. But in the end, nothing happened. Not even when Teddy said my name could I feel some type of emotion.
After some months had passed, I decided to leave Grimmauld Place. I wanted to go to America to try to enjoy my life, wanting nothing but having my own place away from the wizaring world. I took time and so much convincing myself to do it.
But after packing everything. Writing letters to send to my friends and everyone I know. I visited Gringotts at last to withdraw everything I have. I have everything set, after using magic to fit all my money in 3 small bags to transport easly. I shrunk them down and hid them in my coat pocket.
I was waiting for the clock to strike twelve to only have to apparate to the last train and get on it, when I received a message from Hermonie.
Asking me to come to the ministry tonight to help examine a new time turner they had invented. The ministry got her a post in the "Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures," finding her knowleged valuable.
Of course, she was confused when they asked for her opinion, but since we both have experience with a time turner before. She thought I would at least give my opinion on the new model if I came.
Knowing it will take an hour for the last train to arrive and leave, I decided to go, after all, she just wanted me to give my opinion, and it will probably be the last time we see each other in a long time, might as well use the last time I have to spend it with her. Besides, I would be out of there in half an hour.
Apparating to the ministry was easy. Finding her was not. After a solid five minutes, I hear her scream my name across the hall.
"Harry!" She said, I smile as we hug, I can tell right away it’s been a while since we saw each other. She looks more tired, and it looks like she cut her hair.
"How you been, Hermonie?" I reply smiling.
"Well, the process to make the house-elves free is in action. But with this new time turner project, my schedule has been filled. But! Having a chance to be a part of this is thrilling!"
She smiles as she guides me to the ministry.
Many people stared at us as we passed. I dont blame them, it has been a while since I left Grimmauld place.
Take a picture, it'll last longer! I can help to think as they just follow us. I can't wait to leave. Thankfully, Hermione takes various turns to lose them. I smile at her to thank her. Which she returns with her own. Knowing very well how it is.
Being friend's with Harry Potter can have their pros and con's. In my opinion, there were always more cons by far. I couldn't even go to a library because I would always be swarmed by paparazzi and people trying to get an interview out of me.
I shudder with just the memory of my last experience. Someone definitely cut a piece of my hair that day. I refuse to think I'm crazy for thinking it! Almost blasted the whole library that day if I hadn't apparated.
"How's it going with Ron...I heard you and he had a little fight. And knowing you, I take it you have just ignored him," I ask as we walk up the stairs.
"He told you already?" She sighed.
"Well, not really, he just told me you guys fought and are in a little disagreement," I reply quickly as she glares at me. I'm not lying. In fact, she was in the wrong. It's been a while since we mail each other or even talk, now that I think about it…
She rolls her eyes, "It was a foolish disagreement, we already made peace with it. Tho im more upset he told you about it. Seeing as it was something small we had argued about," she said, annoyed.
She takes her wand out to open a door. It opens to a room filled with items everywhere. Some small or huge, in my opinion. And tables filled with scrolls. You can feel the magic vibrating from this room.
I guess this is the place I think as I look around. The shelves are filled with books, and the walls are decorated with drawings of machines and scriptures.
Hermonie smiles as she sees me look around. "Amazing, right?"
I can help but nod. "Truly impressive, Hermonie...never thought I would ever be in a room just like this one," I reply as I look at the scrolls. Before either of us could say anything, people entered the room suddenly.
"Ah! You're here! Finally. It's such an honor to meet you, Harry Potter. The names Arthur!" A short man with a mustache approached quickly to shake my hand.
"An honor to be here, sir," I reply, trying to look professional and giving my public smile. Having trained my facial expressions came in handy in the end. Take that, everyone!
"Please follow us! We wanted opinions of brilliant people over our new time turner. And having your opinion on this as someone powerful can improve its image!" He says as he guides us to the back.
It's...small. Can't say I expected it to be huge, but I guess it's the results that matter, not the size of it...hehe.
"Isn't she beautiful? Ten times stronger than a normal time turner. You can hold her, tho she's not finished yet. Just needs the final touches. And she will be ready," Arthur says to us excitedly.
As he continues to explain it. While Hermione pays attention. I go near it. It's bigger than a normal one, that's for sure. But still small to hide. Which I think is useful.
I grab it and hold it up to see it better. Golden and smooth. Guess you can do anything if you put your mind to it. While I hold it and begin to see the rest of it. The chain is rose gold, wow, fancy. The Ministry truly has everything. As I begin to see the chain, I feel...air?
I look at it and see it glowing, Huh. It looks pretty when it glows as well. I smile.
wait....
"Umm, should it glow?" I ask nervously at Hermonie and the others as they turn to look at me. Seeing their shocked and scared faces doesn't help the feeling I have when I'm the one holding it.
Before anyone can move, a FLASH and wind appear out of nowhere. I tried to throw it, but it was too late. My vision blurs, and a loud noise is heard.
*THUD*
Um ouch!? I groan as I try to stand. I feel cold and... wet?
Still feeling disoriented, I lean into the closest thing to me, which is a wall. Yay..I finally take a look at my surroundings. I'm in an alley?
"Great, just what I needed..." I grone. Eww, I landed in a puddle. I used a quick spell to clean myself while I looked around. As I go to the end of the alley, I finally see people who are in...carriages? Okay...not something you see everyday.
I see a boy selling newspapers.
"Hey, how much for one?" I ask. Looking at the kid. The kid takes a second before answering.
"One..shilling.." He replies.
Umm what? I'm too tired for this. I gave him a pound and grabbed the newspaper he was holding. Ignoring the kids, gasp at the coin. I go to the side of the alley to read and see the date, which was November 3rd, which wasn't different. I guess it didn't wor- 1933?!! WHAT THE HELL.
Well… I know two things.
One, the new time turner works.
And two, I'm in the past. In 1933.
FUCK!
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Summary:
New start! Yayyy
Chapter Text
Chapter 2
This is fine. Who am I kidding! This is crazy!
Harry closes his eyes and tries to calm down so that his magic doesn't explode in this alley in front of all of these people. And exposed him of being a wizard, causing panic around him.
"Okay, Harry... let's calm down. Let's do the exercises like Hermonie taught you. Breath in...breath out....breath in...breath out..."
He opens his eyes and looks at the street in front. Nope! Not helping.
Why me *harry grones*
“I should've just left when I had the chance. Now look at me. In the middle of a dark alley, hiding. In 1933, even this lady was looking at me strangely… Huh?” Harry notices the stares the people give him as they pass the alley.
I guess I do look weird. Based on what I'm wearing. But I don't think it's enough to get that weird stare, even with these robes I got...
Harry goes to the puddle he fell on earlier to look at himself properly.
Oh, yeah, that does earn a stare.
His face remains the same, as he still bears the scar. His hair is not? He still has his potter hair. That refuses to cooperate every time he tries to brush it.
What is different tho is he now has a white streak of hair in front. His hair is definitely longer as well. It's now reaching his shoulders. The style reminds him of Draco's mother's haircut. Narcissa had white streaks of hair as well.
Okay. So… new hair?. While he keeps touching his white strand, he notices his eyes are now back to his vibrant green he had before the war, which had become dull . But now shine even in the darkness of this alley.
He continues to look at himself when he suddenly pats his robes and pants in a rush. With a sigh of relief, he pulls out his wand and his shrunken bags of money.
Oh thank god
Now realizing he at least has his bags of money on him as well as his wand, He calms down. Composing himself, he finally leaves the alley. Right away, he notices he has no idea where he is.
Harry walks through the streets to have a look around. He takes notice of the people and stores around. Very clear it's a different time. The air feels different; the smell of coal fills the air. Hooves' noises fill the street as well. The wet cobblestone glows with the street lamps around. Clipped British Accents are heard with the murmurs around him.
Now what…
After a while of looking around, Harry decides to apparate to Diagon Alley. Making sure to hide his face. He walks in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron. The stores look the same from the outside, which Harry realizes as he looks everywhere.
A boy suddenly crashes into him. A thud can be heard as someone falls. He looks down and sees white hair, and right away, Harry wishes to disappear right there. Harry prays the kid isn't from the Malfoy family. But since his Harry, he doesn't have that privilege.
“Sorry, sir”, the boy apologizes as he stands up, patting his robe.
Instantly, Harry sees the resemblance the boy has to Lucius. This must be Lucius' father, which means he's also Draco's grandfather…
“Uh, sir?” Harry snaps out of it and notices the kid is taking a look at his appearance. Focusing mainly on his face.
“Be careful next time, " Harry replied quickly and walked away fast. Not wanting to stay enough to see the kids' parents. He has had enough trouble today to now deal with Draco's ancestors.
After a while, he finally sees the inn. A sigh of relief escapes him at the familiar establishment. He rushes in and sees the place lively.
He approaches the counter, and a young woman appears smiling.
“A room, please,” Harry tries to say as low as possible.
The lady smiles, “Sure thing, sir. May I ask how many nights you are staying here with us?” She begins to look for the available room keys they have open.
“A week only”
“Alrighty, want us to include meals as well, sir?”
“Yes, thank you, how much is it gonna be?” Harry asks as he reaches for one of his bags of money.
“It's going to be 19 Galleons, sir.” Harry quickly pays and hides his bag again. The lady then gives him the key to his room. Explaining to him that tomorrow morning, his meals will begin. Harry nods and goes to the room and locks the door quickly.
He makes many protection charms around the walls. Finally being able to relax, He feels a weight on his shoulders he didn't know he was carrying fade away. He takes off his robes and begins to lie on the bed.
Harry begins to finally grasp the situation his in. His truly alone, with no clothes, no house, no friends, and no identity. A migraine begins to form in his head just by thinking about his situation. He has no identity at this timeline for gods sake; his parents haven't even been born yet! Everything he knew and had is gone.
I didn't even enjoy the start of my new life, Harry thinks as he covers his face. “Could I even go back?” Harry sits up at his revelation. Now new emotions start to surface.
First comes anger, his angry he got into this mess, wishing he couldve have just ignored Hermione's message in the first place to go see that new time turner.
Then comes depression, Upset that he couldn't enjoy his new start, and with that, tears from frustration begin to appear.
But even in the events of today, he feels relief that his able to stay in a room, that he got lucky enough to be here with his wealth. At least with that, he wouldn't be truly homeless. He could have ended up sleeping in that dark alley where he woke up.
There are too many emotions to be having right now…Harry thinks as he cleans his tears.
His eyes widen as he stands up at his own words. Beginning to shake, Harry goes to the bathroom to wash his face. Almost dropping his glasses at the speed. Drying his face and fixing his glasses, he now looks at himself in the mirror. Emotions. His feelings and emotions! He hasn't even realized until now that he began to feel again.
“How? The last time I felt something was before-...”
*Silence*
He slowly reaches to his scar, and he finally touches it. He feels it right away. It's there, his Hocrux is back! Even better, he doesn't feel pain or agony. It feels warm. It should make him feel disgusted. It should make him angry to have it back. Instead, he feels content. For some strange reason, he feels pleased that it's back. And based on how it feels, Voldemort is not connected to him like he was before.
The real question is how tho? Is it because Tom is alive here? Did it become alive again when he came here? Many questions begin to surface.
After calming down. Harry finally decided what to do in the end. Whether he likes it or not, this is his life now.
He probably will never go back to his timeline ever. And he probably would never see his friends or Teddy ever again, either. After realizing that information, new tears fell down, but now, after calming down, he must move on with it.
So in conclusion, His plan is that the new start he wanted will start here. He will continue with his plan to live his life, even if it's in this timeline. So the first thing on his list is to go to Gringotts tomorrow to establish a new identity and make a new account, where he can deposit all his money safely. Next, he will buy a house; he refuses to stay in this inn forever. Then he will go to Madam Malkins and purchase all the clothes he needs.
After he has everything in that list done, he will then begin to question what to do next, but for now, he will focus on accomplishing these things first. So with that, Harry gets ready to head to bed, for tomorrow is going to be a long day. He goes downstairs to ask if he can buy some items. He takes a shower and brushes his teeth, finally finishing up by brushing his new long hair. His never let it get this long before. He noticed the new look, which looked good on him. Tho it will suck when it gets tangled up, it's a sacrifice his willing to take. After all, he thinks he will finally take care of his hair now that it's longer.
He changes his robes to sleepwear and heads to bed. Finally, taking off his glasses and doses off.
The next day, He is woken up by a knock on his door. He sits up and tries to look presentable before opening the door. It's the young lady from last night.
“Morning, sir! We have breakfast ready for you downstairs, or would you want it to be sent here?” She says in a too cheerful voice to be having this early in the morning.
“No, it's okay, I will go down myself.” Before Harry can close the door, the lady asks another question.
“I'm sorry, sir, I forgot to ask for your name yesterday when I was booking you in. Mind telling me your name?”
“It's okay, my name's Harry....Harry Evans,” he finally says.
“Alright, Mr. Evans, I will make sure to make your stay comfortable,” She smiles as she walks away.
Harry goes downstairs after getting ready, and there he is brought breakfast. It is a simple breakfast. French toast with a side of eggs and bacon.
“Coffee or juice, Mr. Evans?” the lady asks.
“Coffee, please.”
He reads the daily prophet as he eats and gets served coffee. saying thanks to the lady and focusing on the paper. To Harry's surprise, he totally forgot about Gellert Grindelwald. The daily prophet goes into detail to be aware of the dark lord. He feels calm that at this timeline, he doesn't have the obligation to stop this dark lord. Although he doesn't know if he should feel guilty for having these thoughts.
As long as I don't get involved, there's no reason for me to worry. Harry thinks.
After finishing breakfast, he goes to his room to get ready to go to Gringotts. Wondering if he should continue hiding his face. He decides to expose himself this time, now that, after Gringotts, he will have a new identity. He gets ready and heads out.
And....right away he gets looks, immediately regretting his decision. He ignores them and continues walking. Hearing murmurs as he passes shops and restaurants. He makes eye contact with people who look away right away when they notice him.
To a normal person, it should feel weird to have this much attention on yourself. But with his experience as “The boy-who-lived,” This was nothing. In fact, this was a walk to a park since people were not rushing to him for autographs anymore. So he ignores the noises and continues to walk.
Reaching Gringotts, he calms himself before going in. After entering, nothing really looks different; in fact, it looks the same. The same smell of paper in the air, the same noise of a quill scratching the paper. It relaxes me in a familiar environment.
Harry finally approaches one of the stands.
The Goblin behind the stack of papers looks up, glaring.
“Name.”
“Huh?”
“Name,” the goblin grumbles angrily.
“Oh, I'm new...well, not really, it's a really weird predicament, sorry. I was hoping you could help me.”
The goblin finally puts down his quill and looks at Harry.
“A Potter? I suppose,” the goblin asks.
“Ah, yes and no...you see, I'm not from here,” Harry whispers to the goblin.
“Hmm, body switch?”
“Uh, no?”
“On the run from the ministry?”
“Not that either...”
The goblin takes a moment to really look at Harry before speaking again.
“Time travel.”
“Yes!” A cough, “I mean...how did you know?”
“A guess, it's really rare to have a time traveler, the last one was from 12 centuries ago.” The gobling grumbles, “But your eyes look like they've been through war.”
You have no idea, Harry thinks.
The goblin finally gets down from his chair, “Follow me,” he grumbles.
The goblin takes Harry to the back, the hallways filled with paintings, and the walls decorated with gold. Reaching a room, he offers to take a seat. while going to a drawer to pull out papers. He then sits in front of Harry and passes the papers in front of him.
“Let's see... I need you to drop 3 drops of blood on this paper, sir.” The goblin finally speaks again. Handing him a small knife.
Not wanting to delay this further, Harry pricks his finger and drops 3 drops of blood. Right away, the name Harry James Potter appears. The goblin hums and passes two more papers.
“IN CASE OF TIME TRAVELERS” The papers are filled with many descriptions.
“Alright, Mr.Potter, I'll give you a summary of these papers. One, this allows time travelers to be able to make a new account with us. In cases of situations like this but, the rules are simple. Don't attempt to get us to give you your family's wealth. You no longer exist here. Whatever you had is gone. Two, you are able to make a new identity with us now that you need a name. And lastly, time travelers are not allowed to in form us of the future; this last one was put by the ministry. It's supposed to make you turn to them, but take it from us. Don't do it, they will likely lock you up no matter what you know.” The goblin explains as he spreads out the papers.
“Now, signed here, you understand, and filled this paper. Whatever you write is your new identity.” He passed the last paper.
“New name, Gender, Aged, Birthday, etc.”
After filling out the form, the goblin read it, left, and came back with a key.
“My name is Ragnor. I will personally administer your wealth. This is your key, Mr.Evans. Don't lose it. Anything else you want?”
“I actually want to make a deposit...” Harry says nervously
“Hmmm, how much?”
“Around...12 million....” Harry slowly pulls out all 3 small bags.
*Silence*
“Mr.Evans...”
“Yes?” Harry responds nervously.
“It will be a pleasure working with you,” He extends his hand. Harry shakes back.
Step one is done, I guess.
Notes:
Hope you guys liked it!
Chapter 3
Summary:
ANOTHER CHAPTER HAS RISEN!!!!
Notes:
Getting everything ready for a new life is in order! Hey who's that? He looks like...OMG. RUN HARRY.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Finishing up with Ragnor, Harry asks for the last request to finish his visit.
“What else can I help you with, Mr.Evans?"
“I want to buy a house, I prefer it if the location is hidden, and I also want the property to have a large landscape.”
Ragnor decides to bring a large stack of papers, each paper being a different house, all describing how many rooms each house has, as well as the Bathroom. Kitchen, Living room, etc.
Each one of them had a picture included of the place as well. Ragnor begins to describe all the best options, and thanks to how much Harry can spend, there are several choices.
I'm not spending on a hideous house. Sound in his head when Ragnor showed him a mansion, which, in his opinion, looked hideous.
So after a solid 30 minutes of discussing which place is more suited for him. He decides to buy a property near a valley. The style of the house has a similar look to a modern farmhouse; in his opinion, which can be one of the reasons this house was quite pricey. Nevertheless, one of the main reasons he picked this house was because it's hidden by the mountains and is far enough away from any town close enough. It's completely excluded from the world. And, of course, it has a beautiful landscape. His very pleased in the end and has no regrets.
After explaining that everything will be ready in 3 days, Ragnor asks Harry if he wishes to have a house elf as well. Harry refuses, not wanting to have someone around already. Besides, he needs to know the elf first, just like he did with Dobby and Kreacher.
Finishing up his visit, Harry leaves Gringotts satisfied and heads to Madam Malkin's shop. The streets are filled as always. Which results in getting stared at again.
Ignoring everything, he manages to arrive with no problems, pleased to see there are specials today! Looks like I came at the right time.
Entering the shop, that idea goes out the window as he immediately notices the swarm of women fighting in the discount section. Angry screaming can be heard, as well as curses, crying, and… growling?
Is that lady really using her dog?...huh, yeah, she is.
Harry sees a lady using her small dog against a group of women holding many colorful robes from the discount rack. Some even start pulling each other's hair; he can only shiver at the sight and send prayers to the men who are here with them.
Looking away from that sight, he noticed the group of people still waiting in line. Guessing this will take a while.
Harry makes eye contact with a female employee, but before he can even get in line to wait with the rest of the people. The lady rushes from across the store to him. With a crazy look on her face, smiling as she approaches quickly.
And, no, he didn't step back cause he got scared. He was just making distance to be respectful, of course….
“Welcome to Madam Malkins, sir! How can we help you today?” The lady speaks right in front of him now, which allows him to see her appearance more clearly.
Her bright blue eyes behind her square glasses and short hair adorned with jewels stands out first when seeing her.
“Oh no, I'm not next, I barely got heree-”
The lady drags him by his arm, away from the entrance. Ignoring him as he tries to explain the confusion, only seeing the people waiting in line glare daggers at him.
“Don't worry about that, sir! I'm Emma. I'll take care of you today.”
Emma continues to drag him to a separate room. Much larger, which Harry notices right away, what's surprising though is that there are fewer people in this section. He sees around 6 clients, each being attended to. Some are even getting their measurements written by elves bustling around them. Judging by their attire and the attentive service, it is safe to assume these people are loathed.
“Okay, sir, how can we help you today?” Emma asks with a clipboard she definitely didn't have before.
Not caring anymore, he answers, “I came to get a whole new wardrobe of clothes, you see, I just moved here and was thinking of buying everything again as a fresh start.”
“Well, that's wonderful! Don't you worry, we will set you up right away with anything you need, Mr…?”
“Evans.”
“Mr.Evans! So what first? Shirts? Robes? Pants? Coats? Socks! UNDERGARM-”
“HOW ABOUT! we…start with shirts…” He cuts her off, never expecting she would get loud.
Now, with both of them more relaxed, he proceeds to describe what type of clothes he prefers to wear and what colors they should be. After writing everything down, Emma excuses herself, in order to write everything down. Asking to wait on one of the circular podiums around so she can take his measurements.
Waiting for her to come back. A sudden poke on his back startles him. When he turns around and sees who it was, he has to look down cause the culprit was-
You've got to be kidding me!
Right in front of him. Of all the people it could have been, it just had to be MINI LUCIUS! Harry tries his best not to apparate right there in front of the kid. The kid, unaware of his mental struggle, seems to brighten up when he looks at his face.
“I knew it was you, sir! Father, this is the man I bumped into by accident yesterday. The one I was telling you about with Mother!” He yells out behind him.
Harry begins to think if this is the universe punishing him for stalking Draco those years ago, or if it’s just the universe punishing him for no reason. And based on his experience, it could be either of those options, really.
God, why wasn't I allowed to stay in line to avoid this interaction… Wait?... Did he say “Father”?
And just behind Mini Lucius, A tall man with the same platinum blond hair appears. Not paying that much attention to Harry at all and focusing on the kid.
“Abraxas. Don't bother people, and lower your voice; we are in a public space, not at home.” He scolds mini Lucius, who Harry now knows his real name is Abraxas.
“Sorry, Father, I got excited,” the boy apologizes in a lower voice, embarrassed. Looking down and being upset for being scolded.
Although Harry prefers to be anywhere else than in this situation, he can't help but feel bad for the kid. After all, his just expressing excitement like all kids should. Collecting himself, he faces the kid's father and offers his Harry Potter signature smile.
“It's no problem, sir. I wasn't bothered at all.”
The man now looking at him begins to glance at him up and down. And just like his kid did, he focuses his attention longer on his face, which Harry can only think, “Rude!”
What surprises him, though, is that he begins to extend his hand slowly to Harry for a greeting, which he shakes back, composing himself.
“I’m Septimus Malfoy, and this is my son Abraxas. I apologized for the inconvenience, Mr…?
“Evans”
“Mr.Evans… you're not from around here, correct?”
“I just moved here, so yes,” Harry responds, trying to be as vague as possible. Not wanting to give too much information.
“Where do you work, Mr.Evans? Wow, asking straight away, huh
“Oh no, I still don't have a job here yet.”
“That's a shame, but I'm sure you had a well-paying job before coming here, yes? Seeing as you are back here…”
“You can say that.”
Before Septimus can ask another question, Emma appears again with a measuring tape.
“Ready!” She exclaims excitedly.
Taking advantage of the interruption, he steps back and offers another smile.
“Looks like our time is up. It was really a pleasure meeting you two.” Nailed it!
Septimus squints his eyes but returns a smirk of his own while holding Abraxas' arm. “The same goes for us, it's a shame, we must go as well. Let us meet once again, Mr.Evans.” Like Hell we will!
And just like that, they both leave quickly. Abraxas waved goodbye as he was still being dragged by his arm.
“I'm sorry! Did I interrupt you two? I didn't know you were having a conversation,” Emma questions nervously, looking behind Harry in the direction they went.
He can't help but roll his eyes. More like interrogation.
“No, Ms.Emma, you came just in time,” he said, calming.
With no more interruptions, she begins to take measurements of everything. When she's almost finished by only needing to measure only his legs, she begins to speak.
“Okay, this is the last measurement I need, okay, sir. After this, you only need to pay, and all the clothes will be sent to your home Address you give us.”
Harry nods, understanding. When she’s almost done with the last leg, she looks around before she speaks again.
“You're an honest man, right, Mr.Evans?” She asks in a timid voice.
“Yes? Why Ms.?” Harry responds worried to her tone of voice. Emma can just sigh and focus on the needles she's using.
“Tell me the truth, you don't think Mr.Malfoy is upset I interrupted, right? I swear I didn't even see him standing near you!” Poor Emma looks worried sick about thinking she still interrupted.
“Everything is fine, Miss. He probably would forget about this tomorrow, heh, maybe even today. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Are you sure?” She asks, still worried.
“Positive.”
“Thanks for telling me then.” Emma finally finishes and writes the last measurement left on her clipboard. “I guess I can only feel sorry for the kid then.”
“Why's that?” Harry asked, caught off guard by her comment.
“Oh, nothing. It's just, it's such a shame to have a father with that attitude. And I heard his mother is the same. Poor kid. Having parents like that,” she whispers.
Harry can just respond with a hum, thinking about it.
“Oh well.” She begins to gather her items, “I guess it's better than having no parents at all; those kids have it the worst in the end.” She says casually as she leaves to get his bill ready.
Everything's a blur for Harry after that conversation with Emma. Apparating to his room in the Leaking Cauldron was his first decision; after paying and leaving Madam Malkin's. Only recalling emmmas words.
Now that he has his Horcrux back and is able to feel emotions, he can only lie down and think of those words over and over again in a loop.
“ I guess it's better than having no parents at all; those kids have it the worst in the end.”
He should feel touched by her words, as he had lived his whole life without his parents. But for some reason, anger can only enter his mind through those words, not because she said those words, but because what gives her the right to give her opinion on something she has no Idea what it's like.
How does she know we have it the worst when she has never lost her parents? When people never bullied her for not having them. What gives her the right to act like she knows how it is to live in this world without them? To spend each day looking at different families around you, wishing it were you to have a family.
He feels foolish to feel this way, after all, Emma wasn't talking about him, but for Abraxas. And she was only giving her opinion. It's not her fault that she didn't know he was also an orphan, but even if she did, what gives Harry the right to speak for all the orphans out there? What made him so angry at her words?
His Magic begins to grow every time he repeats Emma’s words in his mind. Only clutches his head as he begins to spiral. Closing his eyes as he starts to recall every painful memory he has from his childhood.
The way the Dursleys made him cook and clean when he was barely 6. The physical punishments he received for doing accidental magic when he didn't even know how he did it. How they didn't even give him a room until he turned 11, never knowing why, when he would see his cousin show off his room to his friends when they came to visit.
Only remembering every time he was shoved in the damn cupboard under the stairs for his whole childhood. Not being allowed out when guests came over, having to get the food ready just to leave when they arrived. Recalling how he spent each day trying to get their love and affection. Thinking that if he behaved, he could receive it in the end, no matter his past mistakes.
With each memory, he begins to repeat the words over again.
Better than having no parents, better than having no parents, better than having no parents, better than having no parents. better than having no parents.
Harry never told anyone about his abuse by the Dursleys. Not even Ron or Hermione, who just knew they hated magic and never let me out of the house. But other than that. They had no idea what had happened to him before he entered Hogwarts.
Having to hide, he was malnourished when he entered school. Showering when his classmates were away, not letting them see the scars he had. He has to lie whenever his teammates share funny childhood memories before any Quidditch game to get a laugh.
No one. Harry never told anyone about his life. Not even Sirius when he offered to go spend the summer with him.
Sometimes he used to wonder at night, if he wasn't the “boy-who-lived,” would he even have friends in Hogwarts? Would his classmates still bond with him if he had no title? Would he still have entered the Quidditch team without it? Could he still have a bond with Dumbledore?
Having no parents, having no parents, having no parents, having no parents, no parents, no parents, no parents, parents, parents, parents, parents.
Mumbling the words as he pulls his hair, the bed and desk begin to rattle. His magic begins to shake everything in the room, dropping everything. Wind is picking up around him in a circle. Papers are flying now with different items that were on the desk and shelves. For every new memory, the wind picks up speed as he curls around himself.
The bed and desk are now thrashing around. A vase that was in the corner of the room crashes above him because of the wind, not making him flinch when the pieces fall on him, scratching his cheek. Suddenly, heavy knocking can be heard from his door. Not noticing at first until he heard the lady from the inn scream his name, trying to open the door.
“Mr. Evans! Is that you!? Open the door!” She calls as she pounds on the door and pulls on the door handle, trying to open it.
Opening his eyes, the items go flying around the room. Crashing on the walls, breaking everything. Wind goes still, and the trashing finally stops. Sitting up, he begins to do his breathing exercises, and he begins to stand to go answer the door. Wobbling with each step, he reaches the door, opening it slightly ajar before speaking.
“I'm sorry, miss. I'm okay.” He gives a small smile.
“Oh, thank Merlin! You gave us a scare downstairs. We thought you were having a battle in there. Are you truly alright?”
“I'm fine, sorry for the noise.” The lady seems to calm down until seeing his cheek.
“Oh dear, your cheek!” She tries to get a better look at it, wanting to help. Harry grabs the lady’s hand when she tries to touch his cheek.
“I'm alright, look,” with a wave of his hand, the cut closes up, “see?”
The woman can only be amazed at the wandless magic she just witnessed, making her freeze. Harry takes the opportunity to finally close the door. Now looking around the room, he sees the total mess he made. Pulling out his wand, he begins to clean the room, now with his mind calm.
Better than having no parents…
Those words are still on his mind. He knows many orphans have different experiences with their lives than him obviously. But he can't help to think that if the Dursleys were not around when his parents were killed. Where would he end up? To a random family of wizards? Or would he end up at an orphanage? Would he have received a Hogwarts letter if he were?
Probably yes, since Tom got his letter even when he was at Wool’s. Harry smiles at the irony. Tom became a villain, and he became a hero. Even tho they have similar childhoods. He thinks of all the things they have in common. Both are orphans, having the same wand core, and both are half-blood.
He wonders how they ended up on different paths if they had the same experience. He sighs, thinking that maybe, because of the fame, he was able to gain friends and have people idolize him. Tom, on the other hand, had no one to turn to and was isolated. Perhaps, all Tom ever needed was someone to care for him, someone who could steer him away from the darkness.
With the final trash cleaned, he stops at his own words. His eyes widen at the sudden idea.
Nooo. no way haha…..no no no no no nope! Absolutely not!
He begins to chuckle lightly, leaning back. "What's wrong with me, haha..." he mumbles to himself, using humor to diffuse the wild thought. How can he even help Tom? Play dress up and adopt him so he can't cause millions of deaths in the future?
Yeah right...
wait.
Notes:
Maybe it isn't a crazy Idea Harry. Maybe the... UNIVERSE IS SPEAKING!!!! Which is me technically.... He'll be fineee.
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Summary:
Getting everything ready for TOM!!! YAYYYY
Notes:
Harry is getting everything ready to finally get Tom. He really thought he had a choice HAH.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
After standing for…he doesn't know really. But more than an hour for sure. Harry flops down on the bed to process the crazy idea he just had.
Adopting Tom? Raising Dee Tom Riddle? The future dark lord? No, no, no. This was it. Harry Potter losing his sanity at age 19? Or was it 20? He can't recall what he put on the damn paper back in Gringotts. Fear clawed at his chest. Was he really contemplating taking in the boy who would one day become the terror of the wizarding world?
Still, a flicker of hope stirs inside him. Maybe this is a chance to change everything—to prevent the deaths that haunt him. Perhaps it's his responsibility, a final duty to his parents and everyone who suffered. Even if he wants to leave it all behind, maybe Tom just needs someone to show him another path. The thought leaves Harry more confused than ever.
But he can remember that the person he thought of right now is the future dark lord. The man who will kill his parents in the future. The same person who will try to kill his future self, no matter what it takes. He even tried to kill everyone who came through his path to achieve it.
And yet, with the idea now in his head, he can't help but think about it. The idea of raising Tom. If all he needed was someone to love him, so he wouldn't turn to the dark side, would he even qualify? Is he the best choice anyway?
What's stopping him from just telling a nice family of wizards that there's an orphan boy wanting to be loved, ready to be adopted? And has no idea that there's a wizaring world. And therefore, could love and raise him so that he could become someone amazing in the future?
No...This is Tom Riddle he's talking about. A blood thirsty for power and manipulative person who seeks what he wants. He would probably traumatize any innocent family with his actions if he were taken in.
Harry sighs as he tides up his hair, moving his glasses to his head to rub his eyes. Trying to soothe the headache he's forming right now.
Raising Tom Riddle? Was it really possible…
It will definitely stop the deaths of millions by far. And it will benefit his future self to not have to defeat a dark lord. It will also allow his future self to have a normal life.
A life that he had always wanted since he could remember. The family dinners, holidays, and Birthdays, all those things can happen for future Harry if he does this.
It will cause all the suffering and torment he endured to go away…
Either way, there's no way he is capable of raising him. Harry shakes his head, still undecided. What age is Tom right now, anyway? Five? Six? Was he even born yet?
Harry tries to recall the year Tom was born. He's pretty sure he was born in December, but that's all. But! He can remember that Abraxas was one of his classmates. Remembering that time when Professor Slughorn showed him a picture of his students when Tom attended, when they were talking about him. And he saw the name Abraxas Malfoy on it, so they have to be around the same age.
Abraxas looked around, 7 or 8 years old…maybe even younger, perhaps? Or older?
“Merlin, this is so stressful!” he pulls his hair again. “Why am I even thinking about this! I'm not even gonna do it!”
“……”
“GOD DAMMIT!”
*3 days later*
Everything is ready. His new house is now organized, and all the clothes he bought have arrived and been organized away in his closet. Putting a number of protective spells around the house and property was the first thing he did when he arrived.
Checking all the rooms to ensure they were clean before decorating the entire house. He doesn't really know what he's going to do with the extra 5 rooms he has. But now, considering that baby dark lord will live here, Tom can take care of those decisions if he wants to turn them into a playroom or library area.
And yes, Harry decided he would raise Tom Riddle. Why? A simple reason, actually. He hates himself.
Yes, after procrastinating the decision, it took all three days to really think about it. Making a list, after list, after list of all the Pros and cons that will happen if he raises Tom.
The Pros focus on how they would never be a dark lord if he raised him and probably would save millions of lives, including his.
While the Cons focus on all the deaths that will come if he ignores Tom and never meets him. SO YEAH, he knew his decision when he noticed the list of Pros was winning by far. Still, based on his history, he guesses his luck may hold out one more time, not only for himself but also for Tom now.
He is finishing up the last touches of Tom's room. He decided to give Tom the largest room, which was initially the office. The size of the room scared him at first.
He couldn’t think of what items to decorate the room with, with so much space, he decided to add furniture, nothing big persay, but a small gray sofa in the room across from the bed didn’t look bad. It sits very well next to the fireplace, because yes. The room has a small fireplace because of its size.
He got everything Tom may need except for clothes, since he didn't know his size, he didn't want to assume the measurements and have them all wrong, wasting money. Yes hes rich, but come on. He never learn how to treat himself with all the wealth he has. He blames his childhood, of course.
So Harry was trying to remember all the things he wished he had as a kid when he was finishing decorating the room. He almost painted the walls like he wanted them as well, but quickly recalled how Tom's personality is. So instead of the warm colors he chose at first, he decided to decorate the room with light colors that were gray, green, and white.
Pleased with himself for how it turned out. Harry decided to head to bed for the night. If he wanted to adopt Riddle, he needed to go to Gringotts for all the papers he needed to make it happen first. He cannot just appear and say, “Hey, I'm taking him, but I have no papers, bye!” No.
He has to do this right, with no mistakes. Doing his nightly routine, brushing and washing his face before bed. Which is a 100% an upgrade from the inn bed he slept on.
It takes time for Harry to properly sleep, staring at the ceiling, finally analyzing the weight of the decision he's going to make. He can't help but sigh and smile at his situation. Recalling how he got here and where he is now. He was supposed to be in America, leaving the wizarding world behind to start a new life. And so far, he ended here in the past, about to raise Tom Riddle in a matter of hours.
His life truly changed...
Minutes later, Harry finally shuts his eyes. The tension in his body melts away as he drifts off, not thinking about all the decisions he's going to make tomorrow and for the rest of his life after that.
*the next day*
Harry gets ready early in the morning, the sun barely rising to prove the point. Wearing something presentable and tying half of his hair in a bun, he finally apparates to Gringotts. His mind swirls with the decision he has made, yet his demeanor remains calm as he enters the building, eyes scanning for Ragnor.
"Mr. Evans, to what is the pleasure we have to have you this early?" Harry nearly screams when Ragnor's voice comes from behind him, scaring the shit out of him.
"Merlin!" He touches his chest, feeling his poor heart rate. A smile tugs at Harry’s lips as he regains his composure. "Still too young for a heart attack," he quips, veiling his fear with humor. "But we don't go around scaring each other like that either!"
“My apologies, Mr.Evans, I forgot how you humans are fragile beings,” Ragnor calmly says as we go to our regular meeting room.
“Well, we don't go around scaring each other like that either!” Harry finally replied when they closed the door.
“Anyways, I’m here for something important.”
“ Important?” Ragnor hums before speaking again, looking at him judgmentally. “Mr. Evans, I'm positive I gave you all the documentation of your house and bank status the last time you were here? If you lost them already, I hav–”
“No, no, no, no. I'm not here because of a problem.”
“Okay…? So what's the reasoning for your visit?”
“I’m here because I want to have all the papers I may need when adopting a child.”
“....”
“You…want to adopt a child…?”
“Yes”
“Mr. Evans, you do know…what a child is right?”
“Of course I know! I'm not that hopeless.”
“....”
“OH COME ON”
“My apologies, it's just I never imagined you would have a child, especially with your circumstances, or ever really,” Ragnor whispers that last part.
“I heard that!” he sighs. “Look, I have my eyes set on a kid I want to adopt, but I can't go adopt him with no papers. Will you help me get everything I need?”
Ragnor stares at Harry for a while before going to his desk to search for a file. Pulling out a red file, he comes back to sit and lays the file on the table.
“This is everything anyone may need when trying to adopt a child, which is uncommon since the majority of wizards find it unacceptable to have a child that's not their own or blood.”
“I know, but you also know that I'm not that kind of person. Purebloods are full of themselves; they trade brain cells for image and power any day.” Harry smirks at his own response, in which Ragnor can only roll his eyes at Harry's remark.
“I suppose you're right, Mr. Evans, Tho I still find it hard to believe you will have a child under your care.” He responds, Harry fills out everything that is necessary. And fights the urge not to insult or smack the damm goblin for his words.
“I am a responsible person, you know?”
“....”
“I'm not afraid to use this pen.”
“Of course, I know Mr. Evans. When have I ever doubted you?”
After filling out everything, Ragnor brings out an ID and a passport he can use in the Muggle-born. Setting everything neatly and stored it inside his robes. The only thing he needs to do now is get Tom.
“That’s it for today, Ragnor. Thanks.”
“As always, Mr. Evans.” Ragnor responds as he follows Harry to the door before saying, “Bring the poor unfortunate kid as soon as possible when you get him to get his paperwork ready.” Shutting the door in Harry's face.
Damm Goblin! I'm going to strangle him one day. Just you wait!
Fixing his coat, he heads to the station in London.
Leaving Gringotts and finding Wool’s Orphanage took almost an hour since he had no Idea where the damm place was. Doing multiple turns and asking people questions where the damm place could be did not make the travel easier. Harry really misses modern technology right now. Until finally! He was helped out by an old lady who was passing around.
After a confusing and long conversation. She told Harry the place was 2 hours away from him, calming him down since he thought he was way off and was probably far away from the damn place.
Thankfully, the old lady was nice enough to give him a small map she seemed to carry around in her purse and circle the place where it should be.
Thanking the old lady for her kindness, he quickly apparated on top of the building in the direction of the orphanage. He had to hurry quickly before it started to rain, based on the dark clouds that were already forming above him. He didn't even bring an umbrella!
After what felt like an eternity, he finally saw the orphanage ahead of him after an hour.
Harry apparated on top of the building in front of it. Having a full view of the place. The place where everything started.
The building looks old, with most windows covered by newspapers and a few broken. It emanates a sinister aura, almost as if whispering secrets from its shadowy corners. As Harry approaches, the gate screeches like a creature in pain, its rusted hinges protesting against movement.
The air is thick with decay, and somewhere deep inside, water drips rhythmically, each drop resonating like a haunting melody. Harry can only feel pity for the kids who must live in a place that resembles a prison more than an orphanage. The entire structure appears filthy, with high walls closing in as if to trap its inhabitants.
No one deserves this…not even you, Tom.
With a final breath, he apparates down and crosses the street. Making sure no one saw him. Opening the gate and walking towards the door, rain begins to pour lightly as he reaches for the handle.
“Here we go…” he whispers as he opens the door.
Right away, he can see better the place's gloomy atmosphere. Looks like the outside is the same as the inside. The walls are tall and covered in dust. The white paint can be seen chipping and falling off the ceiling. And the brick walls seem to all have cracks everywhere he sees.
Really. Harry cannot seem to understand how this orphanage managed to stand for so long, or even open in the first place. He's pretty sure that if he looks, he will find safety hazards everywhere. Before he can look around more. The sounds of children talking and laughing can be heard across the hall.
He follows the noise across the hallway to a room. Pushing the door slightly to peek inside. He notices the small children in the room right away. Each kid looks the same age. All seem to be playing around in the room with toys and some books. Harry begins to look around to see if he can spot an adult in the room.
Unfortunately, a small girl seems to notice him first. Before Harry can do anything, he notices. The sweet innocent girl smiles while she points in his direction and screams with all her strength.
“A VISITOR! A VISITOR IS HERE!”
The sweet girl jumps and giggles to herself as she addresses Harry. Making him gained attention from every kid in the room. Quickly, they seem to sprint and gather in front of him, leaving behind the toys they've been playing with.
Pushing each other to talk to him. They all begin to throw questions at him as they surround him.
“Are you a doctor?” a small brunet kid asks.
“MOVE DERICK- are you here to adopt me?” Another small kid appears
“Who would want you? OUCH-”
“Shut it, Sam!”
As the questions rise and the screams get louder. Before Harry can do anything to calm the kids, a stern voice fills the room.
“QUIET!” An older woman appears behind him.
She looks around her 20s or maybe 30s? Wearing a black dress that's long, reaching her feet. Having a black jacket around her covering her neck and arms. She seems to glare at the children and the whole room before speaking.
“Children. What have I told you to do when guests arrive, and I'm not around?” She says angrily, walking behind the kids.
“Tell you, Ms.Coles…” all the children respond at the same time, looking down at the floor.
Harry feels a little bad for the children, as he can tell. They got excited to see him. Looking back at the woman now, knowing her name is Ms.Coles, she finally looks his way. Composing herself before talking.
“Welcome, sir. May we speak in my office?”
“Yes, thank you,” he quickly replies.
Ms.Coles takes him to her office right away. And Harry quickly notices the room looks like the only stable room in this whole building. The shelves and desk are all clean and neat. Even the books look organized, wow.
“I apologize for the kids' behavior, Mr…?”
“Evans.”
“Mr. Evans. Thank you for coming to Wool's. As you can tell, we don't have frequent visitors.”
“Is no problem, Miss.”
“Then it is not wrong for me to assume you're here to adopt, correct?” She asks, smiling.
Harry can guess she's really happy to have someone adopt one of the kids. He's pretty sure it's been quite a while since someone came to this place. He can’t help but feel bad for what he's about to say.
“I’ve been looking to adopt a boy. And I was recommended to come here.”
“That's Great! Oh, Mr.Evans, I can show many kids. They're all so smart and sweet. I can meet you up with so many-” Ms.Coles begins to pull out many files from her desk. Giving me the names and ages of the kids. As showing me the pictures.
He tries to calm her excitement down, but before he can say anything. He is interrupted AGAIN by a kid's scream. He honestly thinks he's being bullied by fate now.
Ms.Coles hurries out of the room, being followed by Harry. The kids can be heard screaming still. And as she opens the door to the playroom, they both see a little girl crying on the floor, being surrounded by her friends.
“What's going on here!?” Ms.Cole orders as she makes sure the girl is okay.
The kids begin to yell what happened, but with all the voices, neither Harry nor Ms.Coles can understand what they are saying. Trying to calm the kids down to understand what happened. The little girl who was crying finally screams.
“It was Him Ms.Cole! He ripped my doll's arm!” The girl finally shows what she was holding all along. A rag doll. Which yeah. It's missing an arm. Looks like the arm was ripped and not cut. She continues to cry again while the kids continue to talk about what happened to each other.
Thankfully, a younger lady enters the room. Harry realizes she must work here as Ms.Coles orders her to take the kids away to their rooms. With all the kids finally gone. Ms. Coles looks back at Harry.
“I apologize about that, Mr.Evans. As you can see, kids tend to fight with each other.” She starts to guide me back to the office after a minute. But Harry knew he had to ask. After all, he’s pretty sure who the fellow “him” was.
“Who was the little girl talking about? I heard the word “Him,” Harry finally says. He noticed right away a switch in Ms.Cole's whole demeanor. She stops walking to her office. She doesn't even face him when she answers.
“She was talking about Tom…he's very different from the rest. He always does problems like these to the other kids,” She starts to walk again. Harry managed to see her expression, and one word filled his mind to describe that look. Disgust.
“He has been a problem to the whole place since his mother died here. We have actually taken care of that boy since he was born. But nothing good came about him. We thought he just isolated himself from others. But…problems just came from that boy.” She sneers as she continues to talk.
And Harry? Oh, Harry is trying his best not unleash his magic on this woman. As she continues to talk about Tom, it physically pains her. Not only is she walking more slowly, but her words show no remorse for Tom. As she doesn't even hide what she says about him. Like she wants Tom to hear all of it.
“I would like to meet him,” Tired of dragging this visit.
Harry makes no move to continue to her office. He wants to get to Tom already. Wanting to take him and leave this place so they both don't have to be here ever again. Ms.Coles, on the other hand, immediately rejects my answer.
“You can't!" She finally spits out. Grabbing his arm as if it can change Harry's mind,but he doesn't expect the next words that come out of her mouth. “There are many kids who are better than that boy. Trust me, he only brings danger to this world! He has been taken by families and brought back. That is enough of a sign not talk to him. He only knows how to hurt those around him and shows not an ounce of guilt. Mr. Evan's, I can show you more-”
“Enough,” Harry snaps. doing everything in his power to calm down. Doing his breathing exercises to stop him from destroying the whole place. They really come in handy in situations like these. Calming his magic, he speaks again to now a frightened Ms. Cole.
“May I meet the boy?” he says in a normal tone.
Seeing the fight inside her eyes. Harry can only see how she has given up after a few seconds. Without saying a word, she guides him up the stairs, walking down the hallway to a single door. Looking back at Harry as if asking if he can change his mind. But at last she surrenders and knocks on the door before entering.
“Someone is here to see you,” she says as she walks out and signals him to go in. It looks like she's letting him be alone with him. Which is uh weird. Doesn't anyone here have a sense of danger? She barely met me, and she's letting me alone with him? Yeah, this place is awful.
As Harry finally goes in, Ms Coles closes the door behind him. As if there's a dangerous animal that she's afraid will get out if the door is left open. He looks around the room and sees a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. Which is everything, there's not much space, but he was not surprised about that after seeing this place.
And right there in all his glory is Tom. Staring at Harry with such emotion in his eyes that can only be described as hate. He’s really good at reading people. Cause yeah, baby Voldemort is glaring at Harry before speaking a word.
“Leave.”
Ah…he can just feel the love already.
Notes:
A New Chapter! So, the Ao3 curse is real. After posting chapter 3 I woke up with a pain in my left wrist. 2 days later I'm heading to the hospital because I was crying from the pain. 30 minutes later and a talk from the Doctor. TADA I got severe carpal tunnel syndrome!!! Had to do therapy for days. Told me I couldn't use my hand! otherwise if I didn't get better, I had to get surgery! HELL NAH. so yeah. I'm better and have more chapters still in process! Take care y'all.