Voldimort was feeling very judgmental. As he met each of Potter's friends he pointed out what was wrong with them.

"That Granger sure is a know-it-all." "Ah, Longbottom. What is up with the toad though? Ha! He just embarrassed himself infront of the entire school!" And the list went on of course. Voldimort even made fun of Malfoy when Harry called him out. It was a bit much.

"I get it Tom. You know, you don't have to point out every flaw." Harry said, with so much sass in was incredible. Voldimort seemed stunned. "Did... nevermind." Voldimort shook his head. He probably just miss heard. There's no way Harry just called him Tom.

"Harry Potter." McGonagal called. It was Harry's turn to be sorted. Voldimort eagerly listened in.

"Hmm. Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage I see, not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh yes. And a thirst to prove yourself, well that's intersting, but where to put you..." Voldimort was happy with what he heard. Until.. "Not Slitherin eh?!" As the hat droled on, he looked at Harry pretending to be utterly offended. Harry, laughed. It was for just a moment, but Voldimort decided Harry need to laugh more often. It sounded kinda nice. Or, something.

"GRIFFINDOR!" The hat declared. Voldimort watched young Harry's face just light up. He was pleased.

They moved of through the year rather quickly. Mostly Harry stuck with Ron though.

Voldimort was rather proud of the Potter boy. He even smiled aprovingly when Harry's broom came to him his first call. And he clapped with the others when Harry showed off Malfoy on the broom. It was a small clap and he thought Harry wouldn't notice.

Harry noticed.

Voldimort was very pleased with Harry's two main friends after the defeat of the troll. "I've got to hand it to you 3. I worked hard on that troll." He said, expecting to see an angered and suripsed Harry at the knowledge of the troll being his fault. Harry just galnced back. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble." Instead it was Voldimort who was surpised.

Even during Quitage, Harry looked at Voldimort. "Cool spell by the way." Voldimort was stunned. How did Harry know it was him? "Oh, by the way, you see then, when Snapes cloak catches fire?" Voldimort nodded. Harry smirked at him. "That was Hermione's doing." The scene changed before Voldimort could properly react.

Memories flew by. The dragon egg, detention, the woods where they first met face to face (sort of). Everything seemed to fly by the year was almost over.

Harry had gotten passed every trial. Voldimort watched with glee. Until he saw himself on Quirl.

"I don't even remember this." He said. Harry looked at him. "Might be because you died. That seems to alter your memory a bit." Voldimort shrugged in agreement. They both watched.

"I have to ask." Harry spoke "How did you end up with that?" Voldimort explained how he had a potion made for if his body died. "But the gutless bastard only drank half." He said bitterly. "I was supposed to take over his whole body. Still, the second half was spilt on a tree in the forest. After I died here, the other half took the life from the tree and form me a body of sorts." Harry nodded, but attetion was grabbed to Quirl's screams.

"What is this magic?!" He yelled. Harry snickered at that.

After that battle, Harry was walking up in the hospital wing. Everything was okay. Harry helped win the house cup, though Voldimort said the old man totaly cheated with the last 10 points. "Favoritism!" He yelled. Harry chuckled at that. Though that was kind of Voldimort's plan. "Tom, you are something else." Harry said, catching the dark lord's ear.

"How do you do that?" Voldimort asked. Harry looked at him utterly confused. "You say my name so easily. No one has called me by my brith name since the old man croaked. Even he rarely said my name. That was the name he knew me by. But you... I don't get you. You say Voldimort with no fear, even after you've seen why peoplw are afraid. You call me Tom, not even bothering with the formalities of calling me Riddle. I just... I can't seem to undertstand you." Harry was shocked by the sudden honesty, but shook it off. "I don't know. Guess that it's just natural. I'll start calling you Riddle from now on if you want." Voldimort chuckled. "No, no. It's fine. Please feel free to call me Tom, Potter. It's kinda, refeshing." Harry blushed lightly "Okay. Thanks. In that case, you call call me Harry if you want. Only seems fair." The two awkwardly smiled at eachother for a moment.

"Can you believe it! We're going home tomorrow!" Hermione said excitedly. Harry's face seemed to drop. Ron noticed. "What wrong mate?" Harry looked like a puppy who lost his favorite toy. "Well, I don't want to say goodbye yet." Hermione smiled and hugged him. "Don't worry Harry. We'll stay up with you all night." Harry smiled.

Just as promised, they stayed up all night. Well, for as long as they could get away with. Around 3 AM they passed out in the common room. Ron and Hermione had fallen sleep together on the couch, Hermione had her head resting on Rons shoulder and Ron's head leaned on hers. It was adorable. Harry actually had to take a mental picture of that. Harry lay on the floor passed out.

As humored as he was by this scene Tom had to wonder. "Wait, Why is this a memory?" Harry shrugged.

Suddenly they noticed Young Harry start to shake in his sleep. He tossed and turned before a shot up, fear apparent in his eyes. Harry looked around to see he was still at Hogwarts and curled up in a ball. He didn't want to go home.