Days Gone By

By: Padfootscatchingfire

Pairings: TMR/HP DM/HG SB/RL RL/BL

AU: Harry has lived with the Dursleys all his life and instead of looking for help, he turns to the only one he can trust. Himself. SlytherinHarry. DarkHarry. Dramione. Slash. Harry/Tom Riddle

Speech: Regular - thoughts -Parseltongue

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; I'm just doing this for fun!

Author's Note: First, I want to thank everyone for reading my story. I don't know if you actually read these notes, but thanks anyway! You guys are the best! I hope you all enjoyed your winter holidays. Hope you like this chapter!

Days Gone By

"Sit," Riddle commanded "Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. There will come a time when each of you will face challenges, but this is not it. The Dark Arts are ever changing, growing, strengthening. My job is to educate you in not only offensive, but defensive spells. We will study theory and applications first, come October, we will begin casting. There will be no talking, joking or nonsense of any kind in this class. If you have a problem, you may leave. Books out, wands away, and let us begin."

Harry sat down next to Draco, near the middle of the room. A blonde Gryffindor sat next to him. Draco sneered at him and turned away. The Gryffindor sighed then ran a hand through his short curls, messing them up. Harry looked away from the two blondes and focused on Riddle. Brown eyes swept the room as Riddle checked his attendance. The man smiled handsomely, causing the girls to titter excitedly.

"There will be no giggling or folly in my class. Are we understood?" Riddle asked harshly, the smile replaced by a fearsome scowl

The girls nodded, frightened. Harry leaned on his desk, and thought, Great. Another cruel adult to have to obey.

Riddle waved his wand and the blackboard was suddenly filled with writing.

Defense Against the Dark Arts, First Year

Course Aims:

-Study the theory and application of defensive magic

-Study the theory and application of offensive magic

-A basic knowledge of wizarding law on spell usage against another wizard

-An understanding of situations that merit spells

-The differences of Light, Dark and Neutral Magic

-Affinities of spells and wizards

"What are you waiting for? Parchments out! Copy all of this, word for word. Now." Said Riddle coldly

Sounds of quills scratching on parchment filled the room. Harry silently thanked Draco for teaching him about magical affinities, though he kept his face impassive.

Riddle's dark brown gaze swept the room, holding Harry's eyes longer than the others, a thoughtful glint in his eyes. Harry dropped his gaze and scowled, not wanting the attention of anyone.

"Now, the board says we will learn about magical affinities. Who can tell me what that it?"

The Gryffindors looked around stupidly before Hermione sighed and raised her hand.

"A wizard's magical core has its own… personality. I mean, Dark, Light and Neutral are all affinities. A magical core will have an affinity which would make spells cast by that wizard of that affinity would be more powerful. Spells have an affinity, as well." Said Hermione

"Correct, in essence, Miss Granger. Dark-"

"Dark wizards are all evil! They're cruel and deserve to rot in Azkaban. There wasn't a single Dark wizard who wasn't in Slytherin! We should just get rid of 'em all before they turn on us!" Shouted Weasley

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley, for that enlightening comment" said Riddle coldly

He blushed deep red and started spluttering indignantly.

"Spit it out, we're all dying to hear your latest bit of wisdom."

"But it's true! They're evil!"

"I would hope you could have the sense to be silent, but clearly, I was mistaken. 20 points from Gryffindor, detention tonight and you will address me as 'sir'. Are we clear?" asked Riddle

Weasley scowled at the stone floor, but wisely remained silent.

"As I was saying, Dark, Light and Neutral are all indeed branches of magic. Light magic is mostly defensive and all legal. Dark magic is mostly offensive and protective, and most is banned in England. Neutral magic is a mix of the two, equally protective and defensive, and mostly legal. Now, I want you all to line up so I can cast a spell to determine your magical affinity. It won't hurt, but you'll glow a color depending on your affinity. Navy is Dark, Gold is Light and Grey is Neutral. This is known as your aura. If you wish, I can also determine your magical strength from this spell. If your aura is streaked with color, it means you may have a magical ability such as metamorphosing, an animagus form, magic sensitivity, legilimency, occlumency, necromancing and a few others. Line up!"

The first years pushed into a scraggly line, Draco shoving his way to the front, Harry quietly walked to the back. Riddle waved Draco forward, and the blonde stepped up, a smug smirk in place. Riddle circled his wand before jabbing it at Draco's face, causing him to flinch before a dark navy glow surrounded him. The color was streaked with white and black.

"Hmm. Mr. Malfoy, I believe you are a trained occlumens, correct?"

"Yes, sir. My uncle taught me."

"Ah, well, according to your aura you have potential legilimens ability. I would ask this uncle of your to train you in that art as well. Next!"

The first years each took their turn, most auras gold, some grey and navy scattered throughout. Harry noted that most Slytherins had occlumencing and legilimencing abilities. Nearly every Gryffindor had a golden aura, except for the curly haired blonde. His housemates spat at his navy aura, causing the boy to sigh again before lifting his chin in an arrogantly smug smile. Harry watched the boy, confused at the conflicting pride and self-loathing that the boy displayed. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts. He knew from his 'home' that curiosity only ended in trouble. Finally, Harry walked in front of Riddle, taking deep breaths to calm him.

Riddle's smile took on a predatory curve, his brown eyes glinting. He waved his wand, gaze never waving from Harry's own. The emerald eyed boy's aura took on a deep navy hue, streaked with colors. Shades of white, black, grey and gold shifted and blended like coils in the air. The room took on a stunning gleam, the student's faces lit up by the light of his aura. Riddle's eyes widened and he leaned closer to Harry, who edged away, uncomfortable at his proximity to those fathomless brown eyes.

"See me, Mr. Potter. Class dismissed!"

Harry plodded up sulkily to Riddle's desk. The man caressed his wand, almost lovingly. Harry sighed as the deep chestnut eyes seemed to peer into his mind.

"So… How are you enjoying your first day at Hogwarts, Mr. Potter?"

"Well enough, sir. What was it you wanted to speak with me about?"

"A controlled tongue…. Trained how, I wonder," Riddle mused quietly, nearly too softly for Harry to hear

"Sorry, sir?"

"Excuse my mumblings. Now, Mr. Potter, do you know why I've asked you to talk to me?"

"No, Professor."

"Of course not. Your aura was one of the most powerful I've seen in my life. I think with training you could be on par with Professor Dumbledore…. Excuse me, I'm veering from out topic. Do you know what those colors threading your aura meant?" not waiting for an answer, Riddle carried on "The white meant occlumency, a mind barrier. Black was for legilimency, the ability to see another's thoughts. Grey and gold for a talent for the other affinities, which is nearly unheard of. Mixed magical affinities are rare, and very powerful, but keep in mind, Dark is still your major affinity. You should look into that. Did I not promise you Latin lessons?"

"Sir, really, you don't need to."

"I think not, Mr. Potter." Riddle said sharply, a commanding tone taking over

"If you insist, Professor. Thank you for the help." Harry mumbled reluctantly

Riddle scribbled a short note down on a small bit of parchment and handed to it Harry.

"Here's a note for your next class, I believe you're quite late."

"Thank you, sir."

Riddle nodded sharply before opening the door and inviting his next class in.

Days Gone By

Harry meandered down the halls, descending staircase after staircase until he reached the dark, cold stone walls that held an odd comfort for him. He knew the Slytherin common room was right down the next hall, but he passed it in favor of his first Potions class with one Professor Severus Snape. He strode up to the huge tangle wood door and pushed it open. Snape was in the middle of lecturing to the class, but stopped as his eyes followed Harry's path up to him. The dark man towered over Harry and he took the note from Harry's outstretched hand.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. My. Malfoy saved you a seat, I believe, right over here." Said the man quietly

Harry smiled tentatively at the cordial way the man spoke. Snape gave a small half smile back, and he could have sworn that the Gryffindors nearly fainted from shock. Snape's black eyes swept the room and a fearsome scowl curled his mouth. The Gryffindors looked terribly frightened and the Slytherins looked calm but an apprehensive glint claimed most eyes. Harry sat down next to Draco and whispered a quiet thank you. He took out a parchment and quill as the rest of the class had and began taking notes as the raven like man continued his lecture.

"As I was saying, you are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." The man stated silkily "Ah, I see that may come to pass. Only three of my students have copied down notes. What are you waiting for? Write!"

The first years hurriedly scratched down notes, Draco, Harry and Hermione smirking at one another. Weasley lifted his speckled nose to sneer at Harry before catching sight of Snape's glare and returning to his work. When the sounds of writing had stopped, the dark man began speaking again.

"Today, we will make your first potion. First, I shall see who has bothered to open a book over their summer. Weasley! What is a bezoar?"

"A-a what sir?"

"Ah, clearly you have neglected to begin your own education. Perhaps a little," Snape's eyes glinted evilly "motivation will be required."

The Slytherins smirked at the ginger's fear as his red hair was emphasized by his rapidly paling complexion.

"Now! Who can tell me what the differences are between monkswood and wolfsbane and their use in potion making? Miss Granger!"

"They're the same thing, just a different name. Wolfsbane, also known as monkswood, is a key ingredient in the Wolfsbane potion, which allowed a werewolf to keep his sanity during the full moon."

"Impressive. 10 points to Slytherin."

"How'd you know that?" whispered Draco "You should be in Ravenclaw!"

Hermione smirked, but said nothing.

"Mr. Potter," Snape began, a nearly unnoticeable sad tint to his eyes "What would I get if I mix the powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry creased his brow as he thought hard. He had read the potions book and knew this answer.

"A sleeping draught?"

"Close, it is known as the Draught of Living Death, the most powerful sleeping potion that has been made. Now, we start our potion. We will make the simple cure for boils. Instructions are on the board, you may begin."

The room became a mix of scarlet and emerald as the children gathered ingredients and cauldrons. The room was soon full of nasty smelling vapors and colorful mists. Harry's potion looked a shade darker than the royal blue hue described by the book. Frustrated, he kept working, sure to reread each direction. Eventually, he relaxed, finding the work soothing and enjoyable. Harry prepared the potion with ease, a rare smile creeping on to his lips. The cauldron now held a royal blue mixture that looked perfect to him. A shadow fell over Harry and he turned around to see Snape standing over him.

"Impressive, Mr. Potter, I'd say this is nearly a perfectly made potion. Could you see me after class?"

Harry nodded, his grin growing wild at the praise. His smile took a nervous air when he remembered having to stay after class for Riddle. He shuddered and continued his work, getting lost once more in the blue depths ringed with pewter. Soon Snape called for a finish, telling the first years to step back from their work. Harry finally glanced around the room, noting that the Slytherins had better quality for the most part than the Gryffindors. The lions glared sullenly at Snape as he observed their work with an arrogant demeanor. With no small amount of glee, Harry noticed that Weasley's potion was nearly violet in color and giving off a foul odor. When Snape looked over the snakes' potions, he nodded to their makers, not nearly as stern as he had been. Looking over Harry's cauldron, Snape nearly smiled, but regained his composure in time to scowl at the class. The students corked their potions and put them on the dark wooden desk. The potions master dismissed the class and beckoned Harry up to the front room. Harry glanced at Draco before cocking his head at Snape. The blonde nodded and left the dungeon.

"Mr. Potter, I noticed you enjoyed the class today. Your potion was nearly flawless, the best I've seen from a first year."

"Thank you, sir." Harry smiled at one of the first positive comments he had ever received. "I liked the whole creating thing and the work was fun!"

Snape smiled softly at the excited boy.

"I was the same way at your age. Here, this is my personal potions book from my first year. I think you'll find it useful."

Pleased, but slightly bewildered, Harry accepted a battered copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi from the potions master. He slipped it into the bag and returned his attention to the dark man before him.

"If you need any help, any at all, come to me." The man said warmly, but then his eyes grew glassy and he murmured, "I had a past much like yours….. Don't walk it alone, Harry, you'll need friends when darker times fall….."

Harry's smile wavered at the man's criptic words. He walked out of the classroom, wondering why his teachers seemed so keen on helping him.

If only Professor Snape had raised me…. He seems nice enough…

Harry sighed and shook his head to clear the wistful thoughts, knowing that wishing hadn't helped him 11 years before, and wasn't likely to start now. His footsteps grew noisy as he remembered his next class, picking up a brisk run to be on time.

Days Gone By

Harry skidded into Charms, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. He had run up a few staircases and countless corridors. An incredibly short and old looking man was just finishing calling the class inside as Harry arrived. His wizened eyes took in the famous boy and he squeaked with delight.

"Mr. Potter! It's an honor to meet you, it really is!"

Harry scowled and nodded at the excited man. He took a seat next to Draco and a blonde Slytherin girl who was in deep conversation with her friends. Draco leaned over to him and whispered "Daphne Greengrass, heir to the Greengrass family" in his ear.

Not turning from her friends she said, "I can hear you, Draco."

Draco flushed and replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your gossiping?"

Greengrass ignored him, making Draco return his attention to Harry.

"So, what did he want?" Draco inquired, looking interested but his eyes occasionally flicked back to the haughty blonde whom he had lost the attention of.

"Nothing, he just told me I did I nice job on the potion." Harry was unwilling to reveal the book yet.

Draco looked disappointed but then said, "Well, good for you." His grey eyes wandered around the room, looking bored.

Just then the small man called the class to order. He called the name of each student, marking the attendance. When he got to Harry's name, he squeaked again and nearly toppled over. The famous boy rolled his eyes and snickered at the over excited professor. The Hufflepuffs they shared class with openly stared at Harry, their eyes round as they took in the surprisingly Slytherin savior. Girls tittered at Harry, their slim fingers twisting and curling stands of hair around their fingers. He shot them an exasperated glance and they giggled, blushing at his attention. He sighed and returned his attention to the wispy man brushing himself off as he regained his position on the stack of books he needed to see over his desk.

"Now, Charms!" began the small man, his bright smile sweeping the room "I'm Professor Filius Flitwick and I'll be your Charms teacher for the next 7 years here at Hogwarts. We'll start this year with basic charms, moving on to more advanced material as we progress. I think talking won't make these feathers fly, so let us begin!"

The class glanced around, surprised at the abruptly short speech. They hadn't expected to begin spell casting on the first day, their teachers so far had only covered course aims and rules. Harry and Draco drew their wands, anticipation written in their faces. The raven haired boy's heart quickened at the prospect of casting his first spell. The excitement was shadowed with doubt and fear of not being adequate at the spells, but he brushed it away.

"Now, we'll start with a simple Levitation Charm. The incantation is Wingardium Leviosa. Say it with me, slowly, Wingardium Leviosa."

"Wingardium Leviosa" the class repeated, their eagerness bubbling through their words.

"Make sure that you pronounce it as WinGARdium LeviOsa, it will make a big difference! Incantation is a big part of a spell, so be sure to enunciate your words! Now, the wand movement is a swish and flick, watch me." The wizard drew a relatively long wand compared to his own stature and swished it through the air, ending with a quick flick upwards. "Now try it, go on, and take out your wands!"

The students hurriedly drew various wands and swished then flicked. Swooping sounds filled the room until Flitwick called for a halt. The sounds came to a slow, drawn out stop.

"Now, try and levitate," he waved his wand and a feather landed on each desk "these feathers. Swish and flick while saying Wingardium Leviosa. Now remember, I'm sure this is the first magic most of you have ever cast, so don't be disappointed if you don't get it. You must focus on making the feather lift up. You have to want it to levitate. Incantation and movement aren't enough. Okay, let's see what you can do!"

Harry looked at the white feather resting harmlessly on his desk. He swished and flicked his wand a mumbled the incantation. He took a deep breath and focused on the fluffy feather lying on the dark wood. He swished his wand, gave it a flick, said the incantation with a strong voice and watched as nothing happened. He sagged in disappointment and sighed, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He glanced over at one of his only friends and saw that the blonde was having just as much success. His eyes roamed over to Hermione before they widened in disbelief. Her feather was floating steadily above the desk, her eyes narrowed in concentration.

"Look, everyone! Miss Granger has gotten her feather to fly! 10 points to Slytherin! Come on, the rest of you try now!" announced Flitwick

Draco huffed and tried again, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

"Stop! Stop! Stop! You're going to take someone's eye out! Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's LeviOsa, not LevioSA." Reprimanded the brunette

Draco scowled darkly and ignored her advice. He grew more and more frustrated as his attempts failed. Harry shook his head to break his focus on the two and returned to his own feather. He took a deep breath, then another. He raised his wand gave it a swish, a flick, yearned for the feather to fly, said the incantation, then grit his teeth as the feather remained stubbornly on the desk.

"Here, Harry, watch me." Hermione said kindly, before demonstrating the spell. "Now you try it."

"Wingardium Leviosa!" said Harry

"Harry, you need to bring your wand up slightly, the tip is pointing at the floor." She adjusted his arm then nodded in satisfaction.

Harry repeated his spell then watched in glee as the feather flew. He couldn't believe it. It was true, he was a wizard. Emerald eyes sparkled in delight, the snow colored feather soaring on an invisible breeze, steadily climbing the air. His eyes narrowed as he focused. Slowly, as if it were a dream, he turned his wand silently pushing the feather around the room. The class fell silent, watching the white blur streak across the room, gaining speed with every lap. Harry grinned openly, intent on making his feather fly. Then his eyes flicked around the room. His smile vanished and was replaced with a fearsome scowl. A silent growl perpetrated the room, his eyes fierce… and scared. Harry didn't like attention. The only attention he had ever received was cruel and he had no desire to repeat that at his only safe haven. When the disbelieving eyes had looked away, he returned grumpily to his work. This time, he kept the feather only a few centimeters off the desk. A few of his classmates threw him admiring, if slightly wary, glance from time to time, as if expecting him to suddenly display incredible power. Harry sighed and turned his attention to Hermione, letting his feather fall as hers took to the air once more.

By now most of the class had gotten their feathers aloft at least once. The Slytherins masked excitement with boredom, though their sparkling eyes gave them away. Harry mentally noted to ask Draco how he masked his face; it seemed like a useful skill to have. Small cheers of excitement escaped the first years as they flew their feathers with various degrees of success. After a while, Flitwick called for attention.

"Good job, class! It seems that you all have gotten your feathers aloft at least once. Before you know it, we'll be doing things," he paused then flicked his wand at his desk, which galloped across the room before returning to its original position, "like that. So, keep at it and don't forget to practice! Dismissed!"

The class surged into a sea of yellow and green, heading for the door, the room filled with excited chatter. Harry breathed a sigh of relief when his professor didn't call him back into the room. Pulling out his schedule, Harry noticed that he had Herbology next, in the greenhouses. He, Draco and Hermione wandered out to the class, noticing that the class was a Slytherin-Ravenclaw class, a new combination that day.

As the trio treaded down the beaten path, Harry noticed a dark forest looming off near a small hut. Closer to the castle, a deep, dark lake sparkled in the sunlight, its vast size stretching just short of the hills that marked the end of school grounds. Shady willows dotted the shoreline along with large rocks that were flat enough to sit on. It was a beautiful scene both on the ground and in the air. Owls, falcons, other birds and unknown creatures soared through the sky. Harry gazed over the land, a faint smile shadowing his lips. It was the prettiest, most innocent thing he had seen in his short, but eventful life.

A brisk voice broke his concentration, calling the First Years into the greenhouse. The owner of voice was a short, squat but tough looking woman who had leaves and twigs trapped in her clothes. Her kind face showed that she had done a few dangerous things in her life. She smiled at the class once they had gathered in the Herbology classroom.

"Hello all, my name is Professor Sprout, and I will be your Herbology teacher. I'm also Head of Hufflepuff, but even though this isn't a class with my house in it, don't be afraid to come to me for help! Today will be a boring, but necessary class, I'm afraid. This is a double period, but on the bright side, there's lunch after this! Take a seat and listen up, else you'll find yourself in the Hospital Wing! Plants aren't all harmless daises, you know. This year we will cover a wide variety of topics. You'll have a basic understanding of how to protect yourself from plants by the end of the year. I'll also teach you a thing or two on potion ingredients, but I'm no Potions Mistress. Now, I'll stop chattering and move on to Herbology!"

The class was spent in a dragging hour and a half with Sprout lecturing on plants. The Slytherins barely concealed their yawns and bored looks, while the Ravenclaws sat attentively; looking as if listening to lectures was their favorite thing to do. When the bell finally rang, Harry's stomach was growling loudly. He and Draco raced to the Great Hall for lunch, trailing behind them was Hermione, who was chatting with Daphne Greengrass. The massive wooden doors were open, and delicious scents were wafting through. The Slytherin table was nearly full of green and black cloaked students. Harry sat near his dorm-mates, Draco next to him. His eyes were wide as his gaze swept the piles of food. He tentatively took a few chicken wings and a small scoop of mashed potatoes. He nervously checked to make sure he hadn't taken too much food before beginning to eat.

"How're you gonna survive on that little?" Draco asked before putting a huge amount of foods Harry had never eaten before on both their plates.

"Thanks" Harry said, surprised that he was allowed that much food.

The meal was wonderful; the food was moist and rich. Though he began lunch quietly and withdrawn, Harry was soon drawn into a lively conversation with the other Slytherins. The Snakes were kind to him, a new experience, though he saw a few shooting glares and sneers at passing Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.

"So, the famous Harry Potter," drawled a voice, sounding like one of a teenaged guy.

Harry looked up and saw a handsome but predatory-looking 4th or 5th Year gazing at him interestedly. His golden hair was spiked and his icy blue eyes glinted mischievously. His friends were crowded around him, their eyes flicking between the two.

Harry sighed then rolled his eyes, turning from the blonde.

"Hey! I was talking to you," his voice was faintly amused

Harry returned his attention to the blonde, and then asked "Can I help you?"

"I think I should be asking that. You should come to us sometime. We'll teach you the ropes around here. The name's Aeries Conor. Stop by the 5th Year dorms. We'll be there." His tone was laced with something Harry didn't want to consider the meaning of.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Replied the dark haired boy coolly

"Alright, but the offer still stands." Conor returned cheerfully

When lunch was over, Harry felt as if his clothes were too tight. It was the most he had ever eaten, and he could feel it. His smile was content as for one of the first times in his life, he was fed. Consulting his schedule once more, he walked off to Astronomy alone. Draco was talking to his other friends. The class was taught by a pretty, young witch named Aurora Sinistra. It was an all Slytherin class, but Sinistra seemed unbiased against them. After Astronomy, they had History of Magic. Professor Binns was a ghost whose only purpose seemed to be to drone on about goblin wars. The class was another Slytherin-Ravenclaw class, and the Eagles again paid their full attention to the dead teacher. Harry was bored after those two uninteresting classes, but he had Transfiguration next, which was bound to be fun.

Days Gone By

The Slytherins and Gryffindors piled into the classroom for Transfiguration. There was no teacher, only a black cat sitting on the desk, its eyes strangely sharp and intelligent. Harry walked up to the desk and scratched the cat's midnight fur behind the ears. She purred and rubbed her head into his hand before drawing back, sitting on her haunches once more. Giving one final pet, Harry picked a seat in the front row, middle of the classroom. Draco sat next to Hermione, who was beside Harry. Still watching the cat, Harry didn't notice a familiar ginger take a seat on his other side. When the class had all seated, they looked around curiously, as if expecting a professor to appear out of midair. The cat on the desk jumped off and meowed loudly and a stern looking woman entered the room. She flicked her wand at the cat, which turned into a blackboard full of writing.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." She spoke sharply, but finished will a small, reassuring smile that was barely there. "My name is Minerva McGonagall. You will address me as Professor McGonagall. Let us begin with a simple task."

She set them the work of turning a matchstick into a needle. Harry spent a long time trying and failing, until he finally got the matchstick to turn silver and sharp.

"Dark magic, that's what it was. No way you could perform real magic, Potter." Spat Weasley.

"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley, but that is a most serious accusation. I will take 10 points from Gryffindor. It would do you some good to watch your words before they get you in trouble. Don't give me that look, I will take points from my own house if need be."

Harry smirked at the red-head's outraged expression. The ginger grumbled loudly before returning to his work, still unsuccessful. By the end of the class, only Harry, Hermione and a handful of others had turned their matchsticks into needles. After the class, the school day was over, and the First Years had Flying lessons. Flying lessons, which Harry read with no small amount of apprehension, were taught by Rolanda Hooch and one Professor T. M. Riddle.

Days Gone By

"Two lines, let's go, I want Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors on this side, Slytherins and Ravenclaws on the other. Face each other and step on the left side of the broom!"

The speaker was a hawk-like woman with a sharp tongue. A very handsome man stood beside her, his inky black, almost blue hair looking effortlessly stylish as the light breeze ruffled it. The girls stared at him in unmasked appreciation, falling in love with Riddle's good looks. Harry gazed at the man mistrustfully. He was too kind, too perfect. Madam Hooch's voice broke his concentration as she told them to command their brooms up.

"Up!" Harry said, sternly

The broom surprisingly leapt up into his hand. About half of the students had success, while the other half just looked at the broom in frustration. The pair of teachers went around helping the students. Eventually, all of the First Years had their brooms in hand.

"Now mount the broom, and use a firm grip. Now, if you're comfortable, kick off the ground lightly."

The students took to the air, hovering a few feet up. Madam Hooch joined them while Riddle stayed on the ground. Soon they were doing drills that Harry found easy and natural. He was zooming around as fast as he was allowed, enjoying the thrill of flying. Suddenly, screams and shrill shouts filled the air, and then a sickening crack sounded. Harry spotted a black lump on the ground, and judging by the reactions, it was a fallen Lion. Harry landed his broom to see who it was, noticing that it was a plump boy who was as pale as a ghost from his fright. Hooch took him to the Hospital Wing, leaving them alone with Riddle.

"Well, hello Mr. Potter. How are you doing?" asked a silky voice

"I'm fine sir, how are you?"

"Oh, I'm grand," He replied, flashing pearly white teeth "I recall we agreed to Latin lessons earlier. How about you stop by my quarters after this? I shall escort you there, I think."

"Yes, sir" Harry mumbled, gritting his teeth

"Perfect, I shall see you quite soon," with that, he went to stand nearer to the rest of the students.

After a short time, Madam Hooch returned without the Gryffindor. She finished up their lesson and sent them on their way. Harry quickly explained to Draco where he was going. The blonde's eyes were wide after he had finished.

"Riddle's such a high ranking official! I mean, he's not Undersecretary for now, since he's here, but still! Father talks about him all the time. I wonder what he wants with you…." Draco left him to go up to the castle with a few of his friends and Hermione.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, if you would just follow me. I think we will get along splendidly during our little lessons, and we'll see if I can't fit in a few interesting things."

The man's voice had a dark, almost seductive undertone to it. Harry's heart raced and his body shuddered at the sound, and he hated himself for it.

Days Gone By

Walking up to a portrait, Riddle's icy grip on Harry's arm loosened as he hissed at the door. The sound was strangely serpentine. A haughty looking man half smirked at the two that stood before his portrait. The painting swung open, allowing them entry. The room was lavishly decorated in tones of green and charcoal, with a fire crackling merrily in the corner. A few small rooms were attached to the main room, among them, Harry saw a kitchen, and a bathroom and the other doors were closed tightly.

Riddle sat gracefully in a plush grey chair, and then motioned for Harry to take a seat opposite him. He smiled predatorily, then said in a silky purr,

"Let us begin."

Days Gone By

Author's Note: Here it is! Sorry it took so long; I was busy with midterms and stuff. I hope you liked it! I've got over 75 followers! Thank you thank you thank you so much! You guys make me want to write! You asked for some Riddle-Harryness and here it is! I think next chapter there will be some Severus-Riddle-Harry interactions.

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I was thinking of doing a time warp, up to 4th year, but I'll leave a poll on my page, please vote on it! There will be the Triwizard Tournament, but if the challenges are the same, you'll just have to wait and see!

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Padfoot