Harry presented Dumbledore with a black leather diary. A vicious hole stood out in the center. The name Tom Marvolo Riddle on the back assured that the headmaster would be fooled by the fake.

"I'm very proud of you Harry. This must have been a difficult experience." Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly tone.

Harry scowled in the safety of his mind. Tom was right, Dumbledore really is a fool.

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As the end of Harry's second year at Hogwart's drew nearer, Harry began to get nervous. A whole summer with the Dursley's was looking very bleak and ultimately filled with pain, after all wouldn't uncle Vernon feel a need to make up for lost time?

Harry felt sick as he opened Tom's Diary. Hi Tom. He greeted his friend.

Hello Harry. Are you well?

Harry wondered for a moment how Tom knew, but figured it might have something to do with what keeps him in the diary. The school year is ending.

Ah, I see. You are afraid of what will transpire when you return to your relatives.

Harry sighed and reached for the dictionary he kept on his bedside table. He looked up the word transpire and nearly groaned. Couldn't Tom have just said what he meant instead of using a word Harry didn't know, granted he probably should have known it by now.

Yes. He finally replied, though Tom had meant his words as a statement of fact, not a question. I don't want to go back. It will be worse than before.

Perhaps, but do you really have a choice? Tom replied. Harry huffed and stabbed the diary with his quill. Oh, I'm in so much pain. Tom replied sarcastically. Harry sighed, told his friend he would talk to him later and closed the diary.

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The days dragged on until the end of term finally arrived. Harry loaded his trunk and Hedwig's cage onto the train before finding an empty compartment and erecting a ward to keep out others that Tom had taught him so that his so called 'friends' wouldn't be able to bother him in his last hours of freedom until September.

He watched the scenery pass by in a daze, not really seeing what was there. Eventually he opened Tom's diary to his friend.

Today's the day.

Oh stop being so melodramatic. Tom complained.

I'm not being melodramatic Tom! I've told you what my relatives are like.

Yes, they are dreadful, filthy muggles. You should kill them.

Harry sighed at the typical reply. Really though he shouldn't have expected anything else, this was Tom he was talking to after all.

I can't kill them.

Of course you can. It only takes two words.

I can't use magic outside of school. Harry defended lamely. Maybe when I'm older. He conceded after a long while. A faint chilling laughter echoed from the diary causing a small smile to form on his lips.

A/N: I know it's not much, but please forgive me. I had no idea how difficult writing a prequel to He doesn't share would be, but it is hard. I know where I want this to go but I only have a general idea for the plot and would much appreciate it if some of you would give me some ideas to work with. I hinted at the golden trio not really being what they appear...so any suggestions as to who could be a real friend to Harry? I plan to make Luna important to him, but aside from that I haven't decided and would love your opinions. Just to get the ball rolling would you guys rather Luna be just a friend to Harry or more like a sister?

Thank you everyone for your patience and I hope this first chapter doesn't disappoint anyone-minus the shortness of it.

-coffee3