Harry being trapped in a diary and Tom being a smug idiot
How was he going to ever explain that to Ron and Hermione? That is what Harry Potter thought as he woke up in the hospital wing and looked straight up into the dark eyes of his enemy. The future dark lord just stared down at him with a glimpse of worry in his eyes as Harry shrieked back and hit his head at the wall. Before Harry could even blink, the dark haired male in front of him had sat down at the edge of his bed and pulled him a bit closer to himself so he could examine the back of his head. “What the actual hell do you think you are doing Riddle! Unhand me this instant!”. With that, Harry tried to pull his hands away from the other male and scooted away from him as it worked.
“What did I tell you about calling me Riddle! You seem rather upset darling, is it about the guy who hit you into the head with the bludger in Quidditch? I can take care of him if that upsets you, well and if that doesn't upset you, I will still deal with him. You know that I can be rather…let's say intimidating when I want to be.” There was that vicious look in the others eyes that Harry didn't like, not like that he even liked a tiny bit of the whole situation. “I know I know." We had that part already! You being all evil and me being the person with no control over anything. Now move yourself a few feet away and tell me what's going on here! You never do things without a reason, so why am I here!”. He nearly screamed the last sentence out and shoved the other male away who only tried to shush his voice. “Oh my…you don't have to scream at me my dear, well not in that situation that is. It's right, I brought you here. After you were hit in the head and fell from your broom. Do you want me to go and get the nurse? Would that make you feel better? You seem rather upset.”. With that the dark haired Slytherin got up and disappeared behind a curtain while Harry sat there gobsmacked. He couldn't understand what was happening, nor did he want to understand. He just wanted to go back home and as far away from Slytherins heir as possible. Something bad was lurking around and Harry wouldn't stay for it to happen.
With that being his last thoughts, the Gryffindor climbed out of the bed. Only to realize that his clothes colors weren't red any longer, they had changed to that dark mysterious green he hated the most. The green that Riddle, Malfoy and all the other people he hated shared. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, found himself 55 years in the past, what seemed to be impossible. But not only that, he changed houses too. His biggest nightmare had just turned to reality, he was a Slytherin. The house he wished to never set a foot in, the house that bore the murderer of his parents. Tom Marvolo Riddle! The exact person who appeared right before Harry's face again, only to press him back down onto the bed. “Darling, you need to remain seated! I wouldn't like you to get even more hurt then you already are.”. This time, there was a small dose of softness mixed into the other's voice that Harry nearly let himself fool into giving into the touches of the other male that now pressed a kiss onto his forehead.
First the redness that spread on Harry's cheeks was blush, then it was anger. Before another loud complaint could even leave his mouth, he felt a piece of wood press against the back of his neck. Only for it to be paired with the others voice next to his ear. “I don't know who you think you are right now, darling. But I wont tolerate such behavior after your pretty head will heal. Did I make myself clear?” It was only a whisper but Harry could hear it loud and clear as the words engraved themself deep into his brain. All he could bring out was a rather stiff nod as he breathed in heavily to calm himself down. Harry couldn't even blink before Riddle pulled away from him again and picked a bag up from the floor. “The nurse said that a bit of memory loss is normal after such an accident. She also said that you shouldn't leave my side till it's healed. So come, I won't carry you through the corridors again.” The hardness in Riddle's voice hit Harry like a bus, he quickly scrambled out of the bed and muttered an apology as he hurried after the other male who had already started his way back out of the room.
The walk down to the dungeons was rather quiet. Riddle didn't seem like he had much else to say to him except an already softer “Hurry” that left his mouth as both of them walked through the corridor that would have taken them to the headmasters office. Harry, who still walked after Riddle, who didn't make a single attempt to slow down, glanced over his shoulder and tilted his head a bit. “Oh and darling, no need for such formalities. Just call me Tom, I hope you didn't forget that name too…if so, I will need to make sure that your whole body knows who I am!” a smirk soon replaced the usual frown on Riddles…no Tom's face. Harry could feel the redness again that began creeping his neck up and soon set his cheeks a flame. This time, Tom waited and took Harry's hand in his before guiding him down the hallway. “We are sharing a room, don't let people tell you otherwise. If they make you even the slightest bit uncomfortable, come to me. I know how to deal with them. Do you remember anything from before you woke up?”
Scenes flashed before Harry's eyes as he lowered his gaze to the floor and walked after the other male. “Nothing important, if reading a book counts then that's what I remember. Oh, and drinking tea while sitting in the great hall” The fact that he was wearing red in those memories were left out and nothing that Tom needed to know. Maybe this version of the dark lord was rather nice and his homicidal plans were not that much developed. Maybe Harry could try to change him, change what he would become if he continued to walk down that dark path. But what if the path was already unchangeable? Every hair on Harry's body stood up as he thought about Tom taking over the world, this time, with himself at the side of the dark lord. The dark lord who just continued to pull him through the corridors and didn't make the slightest attempt to let go anytime soon.