A/N: Hello, people. Welcome to another story of mine. This one is not intended to be funny. In fact, is my first attemp (well, not really the first...) at writing something serious. And romantic, but not corny. And warped, as anything that comes from my sick mind. Will I succeed? Who knows...

Title: Time-Travel
Author: SheWhoMustNotBeNamed
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle
Warning: Slash. Probably some offensive language in the near future. Don't say I didn't warn. You don't have to read if you don't like this. But then again, how can anyone not like slash?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. That's JK's work. Let's build her a totem.
Summary: Harry is on a mission. He has to travel back in time to find out why Tom Riddle became Lord Voldemort. The story takes place in Tom's fifth year, before the Chamber of Secrets was opened.

I guess there's nothing else to say (Snape: I agree) will you ever leave me alone? (Snape: nah, I'm your muse) dammit (Snape: thank Harry, Draco, Remus and Sirius are out) what are they doing (Snape: I don't want to know) oh... I still have my other muse here (Snape: you mean-) (Tom: hello) (Snape: oh...) ...
ON WITH THE SHOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!

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TIME-TRAVEL

Chapter 1: Tom Is Here.

"Hello?" the voice was deep. Warm in his ears, sent shivers down his spine, forced Harry to wake up.
"Are you ok?" that voice again. His eyes focused on the boy who was talking. His skin was pale, raven-black hair covering his forehead. His eyes were nothing like he last saw them: instead of malice, they were now filled with warmth. And concern. This was, indeed, Tom Riddle. A very different Tom Riddle. Why was he worried? Right, is not an everyday thing to find a complete stranger coming from the future. But he wasn't worried about him, he was worried... about Harry.

The fifteen year old grasped Harry's hand as he spoke quietly "squeeze my hand if you hear me"
Harry did so. The next thing he remembered was awakening in the Hospital Wing. Everything was as he saw it the last time, except Madam Pomfrey wasn't there.

"Well... I think I've had enough proof of my success with time-travelling..." he said, not noticing the boy sitting next to him.

"Time-Travelling?" Tom is here. "what are you talking about?"
"Were you here all night?" Harry said, trying to change the subject.
Tom nodded, as he placed a hand on Harry's forehead. "no, you're not feverish" he murmured "but still... time-travelling?" he insisted. Tom is here.

"It's a long story..." Harry said dismissively "I'll tell you later"
"Alright. Then... what's your name?" the prefect inquired.

"Har- Harold Smith" he couldn't say his real name. It would be dangerous. Dumbledore said so.
"I'm Tom. Tom Riddle" the boy replied, stretching a hand.
Harry shook his hand, and said "pleased to meet you" -that's something I never thought I would say to Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort. He looks nothing like this boy. Tom is handsome; his upturned nose and soft lips. His delicate features and his perfect body. I'm going insane. Must be a side-effect of the time-travelling... I hope...-

"What's wrong with you?" Tom sounded amused now. He even chuckled -Voldemort chuckles? and he looks cute?!!-.
"Nothing... I was just... thinking"
"If you say so..." he said in a sing-song voice "Now why don't you dress up and we go for a walk?" he said as he was standing up "I still want to know about the time-travel thing..." he grinned irradiating unexplicable warmth.
-This can't be Voldemort!- Harry found himself talking to his own in a trance.

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Harry (or Harold) was walking with Tom through the school grounds. The slytherin prefect was talking, but Harry wasn't listening. He was too busy staring into his grey eyes. Of course, thanks to his lack of attention, he tripped a couple of times, making Tom smile mockingly. Harry could only blush and keep walking.
Tom kept talking, he was trying to have a decent conversation with Harry, but he still wouldn't listen. But now, he was overwhelmed with Tom's attempt to be friendly. -He must be lonely- he thought. And he was right.

"I told Proffesor Dippet about you" Tom said. And Harry listened, which was something unexpected.
"Proffesor Dippet?" the green-eyed asked.
"The Headmaster. He wants to see you in his office, tomorrow at 3 pm"
"Alright... mmm..."
"Yes?" Tom asked as he sat on the grass. They were in the Quidditch pitch.
"What day is... today?" Harry inquired coyly.
"It's Sunday" the boy gave him a puzzled look "does this have anything to do with the time-travel thing?"
"You won't let it go, will you?" the boy shook his head and Harry grinned. -THE HORROR! I grinned to Lord Voldemort...- "I'll tell you everything, if you tell me first the exact date"
"As I said, it's Sunday. Sunday 23rd, 1949"
"1949?!!" -like I didn't know... I can be pretty stupid sometimes-.

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They lay in the grass staring at the sky. Harry couldn't help but feel comfortable by Tom's side. That wasn't only weird and disturbing because Tom would be the only one to blame for Harry's parents' death, but also because, well, Harry never felt like this with anyone before. Specially not with a boy.
Still, Tom was oblivious to what he was yet to become, and Harry knew, deep inside, he must have had his reasons to became such a monster. This boy was kind and caring, and Harry felt relaxed, even safe by his side. He trusted him. But he was still Tom Marvolo Riddle. Lord Voldemort. And his feelings were confusing him. Even scaring him, but he'd have to deal with them, as absurd as they were, as long as the mission lasted.

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"So, you came from the future?" Tom asked, half-smiling.
"Yes, as unbelievable as it sounds" Harry replied.
"Nah, it's not unbelievable. Nothing here is. It's just- why? you really are here to see how a prefect should work?" -he's not stupid-.
"Well, I've never been the best student, or the one to serve as a role model... I don't even know how I got to be a prefect. And I saw your name in the trophy room- don't ask-"
"I wasn't going to" Tom said trying to look convincing, but his mishievous grin told otherwise. Still he didn't ask.

A couple more hours passed and the boys were now staring at the night sky, trying to decipher the different constellations. After much talking, silence took over. They were falling asleep, but before that happened, Tom broke the silence.

"It's late. We should get going" Harry nodded as he stood up "you'll sleep in my room as long as you're here" Tom informed the other boy as he got to his feet.
"In- your room?" Harry couldn't tell if he was worried or amused. For all he knew he was confused.

-Ladies and Gentlemen: Tom is here!-

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End of chapter 1. Hope you liked it, I know I did. I also know it sucks, but you know me... I always suck. At anything. Done with the self-esteem crap. Be kind and review. Don't flame about slash or anything, because you've been warned, plus, there's no slash yet, so... what would you flame about? anywho, if you want to tell me I can't write and I suck, go ahead. If you want to wish me death, go ahead. If you want to say I'm crazy, go ahead, I'll take it as a compliment. Anyways, review. That always comes in handy.