Harry woke up, cold and fidgeting in the snow. He was bleeding heavily. He couldn't place where the blood was draining from but he knew he needed help and treatment and he needed it fast. But there was just one problem the affected him from getting the help he so desperately needed and that was the fact that it felt as if he couldn't move. As if he was hit with Stupefy. He could feel himself fidgeting but he still couldn't feel anything. His sight was blurry and the only place he could guess he was at was in an abandoned alleyway.

"Ms. Martha! Look!" Harry didn't know why that name sounded so familiar…

"Oh my!" It was a female voice of an older women. Harry tried to move but that only shot pain through his leg. Harry realised he was bleeding through his leg and tried to curse. He felt something ooze out of his his mouth. Drool perhaps? No… it tasted of blood…

"Bianca, take Nico and run to the nearest hospital!" The voices were fading away from his earshot. He felt something cover his eyes ever if he swore he had them wide open… The only thing he could feel was the blood and the the now, stained red, cold snow.

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Harry awoke and sat up with a headache he could only describe as hell's bells. He rubbed his eyes, trying to remove the sleep from them. He felt sick and absolutely dislocated… "Lay down, or you'll get dizzy." That voice… Harry knew that voice all too well. Harry put his hands down and searched the room he was in until he found the individual who spoke it. When he did, he had to make the effort not to gasp. A boy with piercing blue eyes, and grey attire sat only a few feet away from him. Harry didn't understand why but… the boy sent of a horror vibe...That's when Harry noticed the mirror behind the boy. On the bed that Harry was sitting on was a boy, with the same raven black messy hair as his, but skin, the color of the snow outside and his eyes were darker than any brown he's seen in a person's eyes. Harry felt as if it was the wrong appearance… his hair was ok but his eyes and skin...

"Lay down." Harry looked at Tom again. He was standing now and Harry was slightly scared. Harry obliged either ways but he stilled made sure to keep his eyes on the boy. Harry's breath hitched when the boy appeared on the the arm of his bed. He was just staring at Harry with no sort of visible emotion. "I'm Tom Riddle. And you are?" Harry swallowed. For some reason, Harry thought Tom looked extremely attractive… standing over him. "His name is Hugo Prayer." Tom's head shot up. He didn't look alarmed but he was quick. "Glad to see your awake Mr. Prayer." Harry was confused. He wanted to say his name was not Hugo prayer but indeed Harry but the women kept talking over him every time he opened his mouth. "You've been in a coma for the past ten months. The doctors were about ready to dig a grave and say that you'd never wake up but we urged them not to." She stopped to acknowledge Harry's face full of shock. "Yes, I know. You've been sleep since December. It's a miracle you survived After…" Her voice faltered and for a brief moment she looked as if, fighting away tears.

She shook her head and looked back at Harry. "Don't worry Hugo, That man will never come back into your life again. You're safe now." Harry heard Tom scoff. Harry shook his head and smiled. "Thank you Miss, but I don't think I belong here." Tom turned around to quickly, it made Harry jump. Martha was also looking at him as if he just spoke ancient alien language. "It talks." Martha scowled at Tom before turning her attention back to Harry. "Hugo, I don't think you understand. You have no home, and as far as our records have shown us, you have no other family to turn to. But you do have me and all the other children in the orphanage. Sadly we have ran out of room at the moment so you will have to share a room with…"

"Tom." Harry slowly turned back to Tom who was smirking at Harry. "He's cute when he's scared. Maybe I will enjoy his company." If Harry was watching the scene play out from a distance, he probably would've dropped to the floor and shrieked and laughter. But because he was witnessing this and he was the one Tom was hitting on all he could do was blush a scarlet color and stare at Tom. Ms. Martha looked about ready to faint. "Tom! Hugo is a boy and so are you! Please don't act out in public! Stay here while I go tell the staff that Hugo is awake." She gave one more look at Harry who just weakly smiled at her weakly. Once the doors were closed Harry received more freedom to think and look around. He was indeed in a hospital.

The room was small and gave Harry a claustrophobic feeling. The walls were dappled with almost dent like circles in the wall, possible from the nurses and maids scrubbing blood stains to hard, and it the corners were filled with cobwebs. It gave Harry the impression that many people have had surgeries and possibly many people have died here. "I wonder how many people died in this room." Harry was brung out of his thoughts by Tom who was now sit next to Harry. How had he not noticed him before? Harry made a mental note to keep his sight on Tom more than his surroundings. Tom was sitting, looking out where a window would probably be if it weren't for the cold plain white wall. "That's not something to want to know…" Harry squeezed the trim of the thin blanket. Tom turned around and looked Harry with a disgusted look on his face. Harry felt as if he was forgetting something… Like something was unexplainably wrong, but Harry stared back at Tom, in the same challenging way. "Would you like it if someone said, 'Oh! I wonder did Tom's parents died in this room'?" Harry returned the glare Tom gave him.

Tom's glare turned into a malicious smile. Harry glared but he couldn't help feeling a slight shiver crawl up his spine… As if someone was slightly dragging their finger on Harry's neck trying to get him to flinch. Before warning, Harry was pushed out of bed. Harrys leg hit the floor first and Harry bit back the scream the was crawling up his throat. He could hear Tom laughing. Harry felt ashamed of what he felt when he first saw the boy… not the scared part but the part about him being attractive. Meanwhile up on the bed, Tom was having the time of his life. He had never been challenged. Yeah, the kids at the orphanage, especially the older ones threatened to kill him if he stepped any closer and started using his "freakishness" on them but it was always them running away. Never Tom. Tom always stayed in the same spot those foolish savage children challenged him. Tom didn't know how to react. It happend so fast. One moment Harry was on the other side of the bed on the floor while he was sitting on the bed laughing, and the next moment he was laying on the floor gagging with Harry on top of him and his hand around his throat.

Tom opened his eyes and what met with Harry's dark almost black ones. He could see specks of red in them but the rest of his eye was a black hole. An almost dark realm and for a moment, Tom thought if he stared long enough inside them, he may just get lost inside… his eyes were beautiful. "Never. Ever. Touch me again." With that, Harry wobbly got up and climbed back into the bed. Tom rubbed his sore throat and breathed before smirking and climbing on the bed and sitting next to Harry. Harry immediately tried to push him of the bed but Tom grabbed Harry and twisted them. Harry was about to choke Tom but he remembered… as soon as he got back to the orphanage, he'd have to share a room with Tom. He would probably put a pillow in Harry's face the moment he closed his eyes and suffocated him. Harry also noticed something else… He was straddling Tom's lap.

"What the hell is wrong with this boy?" Harry thought. He tried to move but instead he created friction. Harry bit his tongue and blushed. "Now, now, Hugo… It's not nice to think wrong of those who took care of you." Tom but his lip and did that annoying smirk that made Harry want to strangle him. Hell… He may have not enjoyed it the first time Harry strangled him but he's pretty sure he'd become a masochist if Harry tried it a second time. "How old are you?" Tom hesitated before once again grabbing Harry by his shoulder and pushing him down. Harry was scared but also seemed to enjoy it. Something about him… About Tom, made Harry curious. "Eleven." Harry mentally shivered. Harry himself was only ten… At least he thought he was ten.

Tom jumped off the bed and stood there staring at the wall again with his back facing Harry… Harry was about to tell him off for being stupid and rude but didn't get the chance, due to Tom's fist colliding with Harry's side. Harry, feel back on the bed and let out a groan. "If you ever, have the audacity to challenge me again, me and my villians will kill you." Harry tried to make the effort to glare but Tom went around the bed and back to his seat where he opened up the book he was reading when Harry first woke up. Harry was swimming in a sea of emotions… first he was attracted, then he was angry, now he's sad, and now he's feeling anger towards the boy for what he did and yet the boy still looks attractive.

Mrs. Martha came back and pretty soon, Harry was free to leave the hospital. Seeing the orphanage, made Harry feel both safe and upset. Harry didn't want to be stuck in a full orphanage in a room with some jack ass boy, who hated him and liked to play with him. Harry wanted to roam. He wanted to leave. He was thankful for being found and treated but he wanted to be gone. "This is gonna be a nice couple of years…" Harry mumbled. Tom turned around to look at Harry but instead, Harry stared darkly at the halfway broken down orphanage.

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What do you think? I've been using the dictionary and trying to add details to the smallest of things to make it seem more important and interesting. It took me a good two days to finish this chapter. Sadly if you expect more to come of this new story of mine then you may have to wait a little longer. Unfortunately, I've reached writers block. If your wondering why I made it seem as if Tom already liked Harry, you'll just have to wait and see in the next chapter that may not be posted till the twenty third of December. I'm still a student and I need to get my work done first before I go out and start to finish most of my books. Thank you for your time, and thank you for reading. Have a Merry Christmas if I dont come on as the expected date.