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Pre A/N: Since this isn't fanfiction.net with certain restrictions and a backwards system, I no longer have to apply a big disclaimer on the first chapter. So I am able to skip directly to the actual fanfiction on the very first chapter. But I will mention it here that there is a lot involved in this fic. Everything from abuse, rape, death, multiple suggestion pairings or potential, violence, shouta, yaoi (Malexmale), foul language, and so on. This story is actually co-authored between me and a friend. I play Tom M. Riddle Jr as well as some other characters later on in chapters (Like Grindlewald, some Draco, Cedric, etc) and my friend whom goes by the name 'applehat208' plays Harry Potter as well as other characters like Dumbledore and etc throughout. We basically wanted to do a TomxHarry from the start and build up a 'what if' version to the entire series. It's very long, very plot filled, and etc. We definitely have scenes though. And comedy. We're natural comedians I swear. But we started in book 2, the Chamber Of Secrets, and are trying to roleplay it together all the way through to the end in a 'what if'. I think it's quite interesting and back when we had the story uploaded on fanfiction.net we did have quite a number of people enjoying it. Unfortunately it got removed but I won't go into that. I'm going to upload a censored version onto that site though because our old fans are probably wondering where it went. Besides that though, we hope we get some new fans here who enjoy our writing as much as we do. We really are so happy to see people enjoying it and following along. Either way, enjoy!

~Seconds~
A/N: This chapter hasn’t been named so much as for the unit of time as it is named for ‘second chances’, going in for seconds, and so on of that nature. Which, Harry’s curiosity with the diary is just that. This chapter starts in the 2nd book, The Chamber of Secrets © J.K. Rowling.

It was after another long day of classes that Harry decided to try out Tom Riddle's diary again. It had been on his mind ever since the rush of figuring out who had opened the Chamber of Secrets had worn off. It had even made him decide to finish dinner early and return to the tower to have some time alone with it. Harry had never heard of a book who wrote back; though he left the knowledge of strange tomes to Hermione so why would he? The boys’ dormitory was empty which was a relief, writing down your thoughts and feelings could get very awkward around a large group of boys.

Harry dug in his trunk until he found the diary and brought it to the desk in the corner. But he went blank; what was he supposed to write to a complete stranger after they had gotten their business done? Harry stared at the blank pages feeling awkward and fidgety 'I can’t very well just write, "Hey what's going on?" to a person who's a book can I?' He thought annoyed that he thought this would be fun.

Still he decided it would be rude just to leave the book waiting---If books could wait.

"Hello, Tom." he managed feeling very clever.

Tom felt the touch of Potter's hands on the covers of his diary as he was lifted out from where he was hidden in the trunk, feeling relieved to not have the company of the boy's socks for a small bit. It was refreshing to be picked up, laid down on the desk, and opened. Almost as if he was walking outside on a fine evening to get a breath of fresh air. Though, saying that seeing as how he lived in a book now, was kind of ridiculous. He laid in waiting for the current owner, Harry, to write over his pages and remained completely unresponsive until spoken to first.

When those first words were finally jotted down he responded with a "Hello to you too, Harry.".

When the words appeared on the paper it gave Harry the same rush as before. But he was again stumped on what to say next, it was like that awkward long wait on an elevator and you try to make conversation. Harry was slightly glad Tom couldn’t see how hard he was struggling to write something witty and clever.

He put his quill to the paper and scribbled "This is the first time I've had a journal that wrote back." Might as well throw a topic they could both discuss out there right?

If books could admit sounds, other than the Monster book of Monsters' growls, this diary would've probably gave a little chuckle to what he was prompted with. "I suppose the night I showed you about the Chamber of Secrets wasn't the first time then?"

Of course, he was only joking around. It was obvious you didn't come across books at all like his very special diary. There were more than likely tons of books that recalled information or could search through its pages to retrieve an answer, however, nothing with a mind and, unbeknownst to Harry, a soul of its own.

Harry blushed lightly in embarrassment. That was right, he hadn’t counted that time. The journal had outsmarted him:, maybe Snape was right about his attention span. Harry shook his head, perseverance!

"Oh...yeah. Well, I meant in general..." He watched his words fade into the paper and added "Does it get boring, sitting around like this? Or do you just, go to sleep?"

The book paused a little in amusement and thought before responding. "If everyone had a talking diary then surely no one would leave it." He put, more referencing to the fact that people liked to hear about themselves or talk about their issues more than socializing with other people. But he was also definitely hinting that it did get boring just laying around and being a book that was locked away.

He had already awakened for the most part due to the Weasley girl but the more that Harry touched and wrote in him, the more alive he felt. And it had definitely been a long time since he felt alive.

"And as for me, yes, it does get dull. Though, this is all I've known, it's not like there is much to do. A lot of the time I re-live memories. Other times I just am very still, like a coma. You could call it sleeping, perhaps."

After reading the words Harry felt pity for the book, which was one of the odder things he had felt in his life. And now felt guilty for shoving it in his trunk with those socks he never could rid himself of.

"You re-live memories, does that mean you can interact with them more than when you showed me the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry wrote in halting script. He didn’t want to sound stupid again.

Again, the diary's response was a few moments delayed but his writing strokes did not hesitate while the ink began to appear on the page.

"A lot of memories allow me to look at different details than I would've on the first go, but for the most part I'm bound to what has already happened, otherwise it wouldn't be a memory." The book paused here for another few moments of silence before continuing. "I can separate myself from the memory, just like how you did in mine, though. If I brought you through another memory, I'd be able to walk with you this time." He put, having not seen the need for it the first time.

It took a bit of concentration and he wasn't very 'alive' then. However, the longer Harry's and Ginny's hands had been on his covers, the more he started to gain back. Undoubtfully he'd even be able to project himself if they kept him on their bodies long enough. Convincing the other boy to keep the diary on him at all times would help his recovery process even more.

Harry thought about it for a moment after reading all of the information, well it would make things easier to talk to a person... Memory... Thing rather than a book. Besides, Tom did say he was bored, he probably missed the ability to actually to talk to a physical person.

'I brought it up either way...and what harm could a book do?' Harry thought as he quickly wrote, "I wouldn't mind talking to you like that, rather than just writing back and forth."

Ah, he had been waiting for this. And honestly he had been wanting to try it out now that he was starting to feel better and less drained. "It'd be a pleasure." He wrote, the ink disappearing a moment or two after it was scribbled, fading into the page as the pages began to turn again.

He put quite a bit of energy in bringing the young wizard into one of his memories, a more boring one so that they'd have more time to sit around and chat.

The memory was of him doing his homework over the winter break. He had no home to go back to, having come from the orphanage, and refused to go back every break he could. He sat in the abandoned Slytherin common room, working on his homework at a table off to the side and near the fire for some warmth. There were only a few students wandering about the castle, seeing as how many liked to go home during Christmas break. He used to sit and work on his studies, not only for the classroom either, for hours, so this was a perfect memory to introduce the Potter boy to. He had managed to materialize himself into his own memory, his actual self not acknowledging him or the incoming wizard to join him, and sat on the couch near the fire as he awaited his arrival.

As the words faded, Harry felt the sensation of being pulled into the diary. It was gentle at first---And then it was full out falling down! The hair on Harry's head was whipped back from the speed he saw a room then WOOMP! Harry had belly flopped right onto a large coffee table his face flat against it... And he promptly rolled off with a resolute thud.

There were very few times that Harry had been more embarrassed than now, including the time he had fallen down three flights of stairs. At least he had been alone then. Even with streaming eyes Harry recognized this room, he had been inside it very recently. It was the Slytherin common room; not much had changed and the green tinge from the lake was still just as eerie.

Tom had his legs up and crossed, resting on the edge of the coffee table in the little sitting area, only to draw them back quickly at seeing Harry's abrupt entrance.

It appears he should've concentrated more to have given him a better landing or at least on the couch. He got up, moving towards the boy and to help him up. "Sorry about that, it takes a lot of concentration to bring you here and materialize myself, let alone where to land you. I'll do better next time."

The table itself was fine. There were actually two exact copies of everything in the same spot. One was the actual object from his memory, solid and in place. The other object, exactly the same as the one in its place, was a 'ghost' of that object(*1). This one reacted to the two forms invading this memory. So while the memory's coffee table stayed, the ghost copy of it lay broken in the floor around Harry. Tom ignored it, having been used to this oddity for some time. "It's a pleasure to meet you though, Harry." He smiled, his hand still extended towards the Gryffindor.

Harry had been rubbing his eyes so when he opened them back up, he was slightly startled to find Tom staring down at him. "Oh its fine, I've fallen farther before...I think."

He was pleased to find that he didn’t hurt very much, and took the older boys hand pink with embarrassment. Once righted Harry saw that he had both broken and not broken the table. "It's nice to meet you too... Ah... Sorry about the table... I think."

He noticed he was still holding Tom's hand at this point and pulled away rather abruptly "Sorry!"

'This is just getting worse and worse.' Harry thought, feeling very stupid.

Tom smiled at the boy's responses. They were all the more amusing in person. Well, at least, in memory technically. "Oh. Yes, whenever I concentrate to materialize things in my memory, mainly myself, I materialize copies of the objects in my memories. Only the copies are effected by our actions, not the actual objects. So this coffee table is both broken and not, but it's ok." He chuckled at the boy just continuing to be so awkward and embarrassed. It was rather adorable.

He moved to sit back down, this time without a foot rest, and invited the other boy to join him on one of the couches. He also wondered what he could possibly bring up or talk about now that he finally brought Harry into the memory with him. "I'm unsure of where to begin or even what to say. It's been awhile since I've actually spoken to anyone."

Riddle crossed his arms, glancing over to his other self in the corner, still steadily working away on a homework assignment, and then back towards the green-eyed boy. "Is there anything you'd like to know or ask?"

Now that Harry looked, the broken table had a faint greenish luminescence to it, while the unbroken one did not. He decided not to dwell on it very long lest it make his head hurt any more than the fall did.

Harry moved carefully to the place he was designated, not wanting to break anything else at the moment. This was the same couch he had sat upon when he and Ron had pretended to be Crabbe and Goyle. It was soft as any normal couch he had sat upon, aware of the other Tom working at the desk. "Oh, it’s fine most of the people I've met become friends with---Well didn’t really sit around and talk first, so this is new for me too." Harry said suddenly aware of said fact. "Hm, well...why did you actually put yourself in here as a memory?" he asked after some thought.

Tom watched the other boy as he looked to his other self and then back to him before smiling to the little curious question. "This is one of many occasions I worked or studied. It's during Christmas break and there is barely anyone here. I figured the less commotion the better. I studied and worked for hours and hours at a time, probably like you or your fellow students did as well, and I figured this was a good memory if any to start off with. Were you hoping for something more exciting or curious?" He tilted his head just slightly, amusedly looking to Harry and observing him.

Harry blushed when Tom looked at him, they were kind of close weren’t they...? He also was quite aware that he rarely studied as diligently as past Tom seemed to be doing... He decided not to say this though and fidgeted awkwardly at the thought.

"N-No I didn’t mean it like that, Tom. It just seems a little lonely here is all." he looked everywhere but at the young man who was beside him. "Did you not like your home, Tom? To stay at Hogwarts for Christmas, I mean."

The smile on Riddle's face dropped some as he looked back over to his past self. "No. The only home I had to return to was an orphanage and it was no home to me. It was a shame I wasn't allowed to stay summers here as well. I liked it when it was this quiet. It didn't seem lonely to me. Though, after remaining in this book for so long, I've come to realize just how lonely it really was."

Another person, part of the memory, walked into the common room and right past the old Tom working hard on his studies; almost as if he didn't exist just like the materialized Tom and Harry now were when they were only visiting this memory. It was obvious he didn't really have friends or cared to lug them around. From what he had heard through Ginny, if Harry had probably stayed over during Christmas, Ginny's brother, Ron, or perhaps that Granger girl probably would've come and bothered him like normal friends. Riddle had neither like that.

He glanced back over to the Gryffindor seeker sitting next to him, noting the blush. "And are you uncomfortable?" He was tempted to suggest a walk or something out of the room, however, his concentration wouldn't allow him to wander far from the memories at this point and into the rest of the old Hogwarts of the past. Once he started getting stronger, he'd be able to.

"Oh, I’m sorry..." Harry said, reminded of himself and the Dursley’s at Tom's words. "I, know what you mean...I mean." Why did he have to feel so awkward...? He jerked as his new companion spoke to him. "N-Not really, it's just difficult to get used to I suppose." Harry glanced up at him nervously, he just kept looking at him! 'It's just because he's older... Is all...?’ He comforted himself, "It's not because you make me nervous."

"It's alright." Tom began but stopped and blinked more to the younger boy who seemed to trip over his own sentences and grow increasingly nervous. "Well, hearing that then, I could assume I am actually making you nervous."
He wondered what was triggering off the other boy. It was fascinating. He needed time though to get acquainted to him, not to immediately sink his claws into him. The key was to work his way into Harry's very emotions. The more in-tune he was and the more he was depended upon, the stronger and more alive he became.
All in due time.

"You may leave at any time if you wish to not stay here with me." He wished he had something to do, to be busy like his other self was in the corner, but he merely settled for tapping his fingers slightly against his arm, arms still crossed, looking away again.
"Though I do suppose it is a bit odd to sit here and talk with nothing else to do. Unfortunately I cannot bring the rest of Hogwarts alive at this time, I don't have the strength. Perhaps sometime soon I'd be able to give you a tour once I get my strength back... However..." He put, needing to bring up the fact that he needed to be much closer to Harry, his eyes again wandering to the boy-who-lived's eyes. "It'd help a lot if you were to carry me around more, the book, that is. Or write in me more..." He really needed to word it as if he wasn't some evil book that would take him over. Which, he was, but Harry didn't need to know that detail. "Then I'd appreciate it, Harry." He smiled charmingly.

"Oh... Okay. Well, I don’t mean I want to leave or anything... But I don’t really know what’s happening to the me outside. Or how much time has passed really." Harry saw that his watch had stopped working as he said this. Maybe time didn’t pass at all in this memory of Hogwarts?
At Tom's request, Harry perked up. "It'd be no problem, besides it'll be fun talking during class with the professors thinking I’m taking notes." He never took notes anyways, so it would be much more fun than staring vacantly out the window thinking of Quidditch. "Besides were friends, I can’t just leave you in my trunk anymore. No one deserves that." Harry said overcoming his nerves and beaming up at Tom.

The Slytherin looked to Harry's watch and then back to him. "I'm unsure of what goes on in your world. We'll have to see sometime and test it to see if time passes in your world while you're here with me. And ah~" Riddle smiled back to Harry, very glad the boy was meeting his agreement. "That sounds marvelous. And thank you." He put, turning towards Harry slightly and shifting to relax in the chair a bit more.
It was a shame he couldn't convince the boy yet to keep the book on him nearly constantly and close to his body. That would've helped immensely. However, it was one step at a time and getting out of that old and disgusting trunk was good for now.

Extras:
(*1): The ghost objects can be difficult to explain and if you can’t quite grasp the concept then I don’t blame you- I actually doodled on it a little, so here’s a link to give you more of an idea. Don’t worry, the link merely takes you to a picture/GIF file, nothing bad and work-safe:

files.myfrogbag.com/vojbaf/Ghost. Swf
(Be sure to add the http:// in front of the link and to take out the space between ghost. and swf)

I thought it was quite a neat concept since I wondered how could actual people make contact or interfere with objects in a mere memory? So I put a level of realism in there that the people can react to that are part of the memory and yet not. Replicas, if you will, conjured by Tom. You can’t sit on a memory or pick up a glass of memory, after all. I also realize that some of you may say that the picture itself is not how you envision a section of the Slytherin common room or how it is portrayed in the movie. That drawing is how I envision a part of the Slytherin common room, is all.

The picture is © Iced_Sygar while the character and reference to HP is © J.K. Rowling
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