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~A Little Potion~

A/N: The title here is actually longer than this, but I needed to shorten it. The full title would’ve been ‘A Little Potion Goes a Long Way’. Also, this still takes place in the second book, the Chamber of Secrets © J.K. Rowling.

Harry carried Tom's diary with him everywhere; class to class, much to Hermione’s annoyance.

"You’re always writing in that book when you should be studying! Exams are coming up soon and you’re going to fail!" She would hiss at him annoyed at his less than studious attitude.

Ron, on the other hand seemed confused as to why a boy would use a diary at all, even one that wrote back.

'They don’t understand,’ Harry thought, ‘We’re friends! I wouldn’t leave them in the dormitory either if they couldn’t do leave on their own either.’ The more he spoke and wrote with Tom the friendlier they became with each other, though the swooping feeling in Harry's stomach still occurred when Tom looked, or sat too close sometimes. He had learned after that second visit to Tom's memories however, that his physical body would go to sleep when he left, though little time would pass between visits. The visits were restricted to small areas, but Tom said that soon they would be able to wander.

"I can’t remember if it was essence of Snargaluff or mint. Why does Snape have to say it so fast? No wonder I can’t keep up..." Harry complained to the diary as he made himself look busy in Potions class. He glanced over to Hermione, who refused to help him saying he should have been paying attention, rather than talking to Tom. He glanced at Ron...who seemed to be waiting to see what he would do.

Tom very much liked being carried around by Harry and he could faintly hear all that was going on outside. People talking, classes, and so on. When Ginny was in his possession, he was able to experience and savor this a bit more. It was easier with her to get into her mind quickly and be able to control her as he wished. He was taking it much slower with this boy, however, in no rush. And, honestly, he was having a bit of fun with all of this.

Befriending the nice boy was very simple the more they talked. He tried to summon him to different memories here and there, though ending up with more broken ghostly furniture occasionally, but couldn't recall extremely large areas or away from the original memories yet. He managed to once bring up the entirety of the Grand Staircases and a few classrooms as Tom had went to class at one point in that memory, and they could manage to stay outside of the room.

He just got more and more strong the longer Harry kept him and soon enough, he believed, he could open up the realm of his memory completely, once he started to get really attached.

With every memory or note, he'd slowly get closer and closer. Many times already he brushed hands with Harry or had a few slip ups that he happened to play out on purpose. He could tell by the way Harry looked at him about what he felt and, if he could get intimately close with the cute boy, he could really summon his strength back.

When it came to a potions class one day, however, Riddle's interest was immediately peaked.

"Ah, Potions? I haven't been able to dabble with it in a while now. What are you making? I could possibly give some pointers." The words' ink sunk into the pages after Harry's, awaiting what he was going to say next.

He was a very good student and, with this, he could help Potter out a lot more than his other two friends seemed to be doing. Even the smell of the potions class was wafting across his pages and he immediately missed the classrooms and studies he used to be a part of.

Besides, he could use this to his advantage.

Tears of joy could have burst from Harry's eyes at this point and Snape wouldn’t be able to flame him for once. It disturbed him greatly that a grown man could take so much joy in tormenting a twelve year old boy.

After scribbling, "Thank you" over and over again for a few lines Harry wrote, "It's a temperance tonic, but mines nothing like what the book or what Snape said it should look like." Which was true, the potion filled caldron now wafted strange blue smoke rings that smelled like cabbage, which was nothing like what was to be expected... Which he told Tom. Maybe a description would help.

Of course, if the book could make a sound again, he'd be chuckling. Potter was so bad at potions if he managed to turn a temperance tonic into... Well, that. But he'd definitely help him all the same. At this point, it wasn't worth trying to save the potion by neutralizing it with a few ingredients... It was well past that stage.

He told him to dump what he had and quickly start over. He recalled, from memory, to Harry how to make the temperance tonic in question, simple step-by-steps. "...And remember, stir counter-clockwise four times, add only a pinch of mint, and then sir clockwise twice. If it's a creamy orange color and begins to swirl on its own, it's done." After a few more moments, he then put, "And after your classes are done for the day, you could come back here and we could practice more potions together, anything you need to know for your upcoming exams." It was probably terrible that he was trying to lure in this little 12 year old but who would stop him anyways?

Harry had to move fast to make the potion in time, but Tom's clearly labeled and easy to follow steps made it a cinch. "...Stir clockwise twice and..." Harry looked into the cauldron cautiously a pleasant orange the color of dreamcicles swirled on its own inside.

"Yes! I did it!" Harry yelled---Looking at what Tom had written and suggested.

"POTTER." Hissed a cold voice right behind him, causing Harry to jump. Snape had been looming behind him for lord knows how long and he readied himself for the verbal lashing he was about to receive---But it never came.

Snape seemed mesmerized by the potion in Harry's caldron. Harry looked back and forth between Snape and the potion; it was a very odd moment. The bell rang, but Snape said nothing still staring at the orange swirls. Everyone packed up and muttered about how their professor stood stock still, Harry filled a flask full and placed it on Snape's desk… Who still just stood there.

It wasn’t until Harry was in the hallway that he wrote, "I think we broke Snape... He's still just standing there. Creepy." Then added, "Yeah, Hermione won’t be able to bug me about bringing you along everywhere if you help me study. I'll see you then."

Tom heard the yell but then wondered what the silence was about. Once Harry got out of the class and was able to write to him, he was already laughing to himself. "He must've been pretty amazed. Well, it's great that he's not yelling or marking you off, I'm glad I could help. And alright, I'll see you then as well." He put, leaving Potter alone until he was called on again.

After all of his classes and dinner, Harry returned to the dormitory with the password of ‘Lizard Lips’. Hermione admonished him again for spending so much time with the diary and ‘Cheating in potions’ which Harry thought was ridiculous, because he had her help in class as well. She was ever suspicious of Tom and the diary---Or maybe it was Tom the diary? Either way, Harry didn’t see what she was getting at. Once again he delved deep into the memories, wondering where and how he would land this time.

Tom heard the ruckus outside of the diary when Hermione confronted Harry and he wanted to sigh, to tell her off, mind her own business, and so on. She was really infuriating sometimes when she tried to meddle between people and their books. Especially she, of all people, should happily allow Harry to have such a great bond with a book.

When he was finally opened and able to summon Harry back into his world, he went for a bit more public memory. One of his classes with his old potions teacher. There were always a few empty extra desks at the back of the room, which Tom occupied while waiting for the other boy. He honestly wasn't sure if the potions would even carry on to have the same effect as they did in real life, if it would be lessened so that you only feel a pinch of it, or none at all. The best way to find out was to try though. They had plenty of ingredients and books to practice with around the classroom, which was perfect. Especially for one specific potion he had in mind for that evening.

Tom had been getting better about letting Harry down easily now, but every once in a while---WHOOMP! Though Harry had not nearly fallen as hard as the first time, it was still quite the lick--He knocked a large amount of books form the shelf, covering himself with the slightly glowing tomes. After extricating himself from them, Harry took in the room; it was the potions classroom he normally attended with the furniture was rearranged and it was much cheerier than when Snape inhabited it.

After spotting Tom nearby Harry sat beside him with a sigh, "I'm starting to think you’re doing that on purpose, Tom." He said smiling meekly. It was a good thing that so far nothing had really hurt him, because those falls could be dangerous anywhere else.

Ah, by the sound of that large noise, it appeared he didn't concentrate again and was focusing too much on the events to follow the potion he intended on making. He pretended to be startled and alarmed though, but truly he was very excited for what was to come soon too much to worry about the other boy falling and breaking more ghost objects... Especially since it didn't hurt him or anything. Yet, anyways. Tom figured that the more he gained his strength back, the more solid the ghost objects would become and more than likely start hurting him soon enough so he'd have to be careful unless he wanted a dead body as well as all the broken ghost objects laying around his memories.

"I apologize." He put, moving to take Harry's hand as he examined him closely with a serious look before smiling some in return. "At least you aren't hurt. I was too eager to start potions and lost concentration a bit... Well, shall we start?" He asked, releasing the boy's hand to go fetch the ghost ingredients from the cabinet.

"Did you have any potions in mind for your test or would you like some basics? I also had a potion I specifically want to make after we're done studying. More for fun than study." He put his back towards Harry as he searched the cabinets at the front of the class for ingredients.

The classroom itself wasn't too full but there were plenty more people than their first interactive memory together, going about an actual class lesson. Though, it was a few years out of Harry's league so Riddle paid no mind to it at the moment.

Harry had gotten a little more used to Tom touching him; he didn’t impulsively shiver for reasons unbeknownst to him anymore at least. He did wonder sometimes if---But that was ridiculous. They were friends!

'Yeah, well, I bet you’ve never felt like that when you talk to Ron do you?' Said a nasty little voice in his head.

Harry ignored it, and responded, "Not really... Snape isn’t very helpful like that. He just says to study everything, and even then he's assigned potions we’ve never done before." Harry sighed despondently. "So... I guess that means the basics... Since I can’t remember anything he's ever taught us, well except ‘Ten points from Gryffindor!’." He added mocking Snape's cold voice.

He perked up at the word fun, though. "Yeah okay!" It was odd because sometimes he thought Tom could be as bad as Hermione when it came to studying... Not that he said this. Ever.

Tom knew that Snape was a difficult teacher from what the Quidditch seeker had been telling him, but he didn't realize that the professor liked to actually make it a sport to torture students like that with riddles and puzzles. "Well, that's no way to teach. It's a wonder any of the other students keep up at all. Lucky enough, I was always very good at potions so I should be able to help get at least the main principals and basics for you to memorize before your exams or anything." He put, idly chatting as he brought back an armful of a ghostly heap of ingredients, walking through the students from the memory they were in as if they were the ghosts here, not them.

Riddle tried to dumb down the potions lessons to the poor boy, though, he found it a tad difficult at a few points to explain a few things other than just the simple '...Well, that's just a rule in Potions.'

To him, he saw potions perfectly and was able to immediately bring all of his projects together quite nicely. But it was definitely a difficult topic for anyone who didn't care to understand how differently this potions world worked. He managed to get a lot explained to Harry, stopping for any questions along the way, and trying to keep his frustrations down about having to work with someone this behind in their studies.

After successfully completing quite a few of the basic potions, Tom wanted to cease the studying for now, least Harry completely forget all that has suddenly been crammed into him because it was overwhelming, and moved onto the 'fun' potion.

He didn't tell Harry what it was though, gathering odd ingredients and beginning to mix it. "I'd like to see if you can guess what this potion is, Harry. It's not a harmful or deadly potion, but a very delightful one. I'm sure you'll figure it out the more I get into it." He put, working hard to make it just perfect.

Truthfully, it was Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world. It built up the distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen to it as well as began to loft an aroma that would smell differently to each person. However, Riddle tweaked the original recipe a little to focus more on him. While Harry wasn't looking, he had taken one of his own hairs and placed it into the mixture, watching it flame up and more than likely change the aroma for Potter. He was trying to lure the boy in and actually make him fully lust for him, specifically him. And it'd be interesting to see if the potion worked or not in this ghost realm.

This time spent learning basic potions made Harry aware of how very, very far behind he was in the subject. More than once Tom had only just kept him from blowing them both up, poisoning the air, and melting the cauldron down, sometimes all in one setting. His head hurt from all the rules and properties he had to remember all at once, but was nice to actually be learning something about potions... For once.

Just when Harry thought his head might burst from the knowledge Tom was drilling into him, a break was given. "That's great; I thought blood was going to start to run out of my ears soon." Harry said laughing only slightly joking.

He watched the potion change colors and scents. He was slightly jealous of Tom's innate ability to make the potion without effort. 'I doubt that even if I studied every day for the rest of my life I could be that good...’ He thought watching Tom with admiration---Or something else. He had gone into a sort of trance, until his companion’s voice shook him from it. "Ah--Okay!" Harry said moving his stool closer so he could get a good look at the potion and not fall off.

His own pearly reflection met his gaze and it was almost hypnotizing the way it moved...And then the smell hit him. It wasn’t sweet, per say, but it reminded Harry of a strong vanilla, black cherries and with an almost irony scent like blood hidden underneath...But before Harry could register this he felt more than a little woozy and he leaned back onto his stool. His face was suddenly very hot. "I-I don’t really know what it is.”

Tom couldn't quite smell the exact same thing as was obviously affecting the Gryffindor but he could smell more of a hint of it. Since he had a bit of his essence in the potion, and since it was perhaps difficult to fall more in love with himself, he figured it wouldn't be as bold or as strong on him. He smelt a little bit of the copper and some...Was that black cherry? He wasn't quite sure. Either way, he was more focused on Potter's sudden reaction to it and smiled at him trying to smell it even more.

"You still don't? Perhaps a small taste would help then." He put, moving to grab a small vial to pour a bit of the mixture into and he moved his stool closer to the green-eyed boy. "As I said, it won't hurt you and you'll be fine; I know my potions. But, try some." He put up a charming smile as he moved his free hand to rest on one of Harry's knees, leaning in to give him the potion.

The touch sent a jolt through Harry, more aggressive than usual and he stifled a small cry. Why did he feel so weird...? But the idea of drinking something that smelled so good made him ache a little inside.

"Okay!" he said enthusiastically leaning forward for the drink. When he got the first taste, he instantly wanted more and more. It burned his eyes and throat a little like some sort of alcohol but Harry didn’t care.

He licked the rim when it was all gone pitifully; he wanted more of it... It took all restraint not to just make a mad grab for the caldron. Harry felt very odd now and somewhere else was matching the heat from his face. When he looked at Tom directly the heat was increased tenfold.

NOW he knew what made him feel so damn awkward!

Riddle watched in anticipation as the boy agreed, taking the potion from him and draining every drop he had given him. He was even licking the rim of the glass which enthralled and excited the Slytherin some. He leaned closer, his hand still on Harry's leg and giving it a soft squeeze, and smiled to how red the other boy's face was. "Well...? Ah, you're looking sort of red." He mumbled, moving his hand that had been previously holding the vial of the potion up to touch the side of the boy-who-lived's face.

He couldn’t think clearly, what was he doing here again...? Who cares there's Tom! When his leg was squeezed Harry actually did whimper a little this time, and the jolts went...

The closer he got the weirder he felt, but not in a bad way. Was this what he was supposed to be feeling towards another male? He trembled harder than ever when Tom touched his face--He had to say something right? It wasn’t just between his legs that he was sore right now. He might get rejected--But---But he had to say what he felt!

He leaned into the hand that was cold as it looked. "I--I need to s-say something...!" Harry managed weakly his face reddening more. His voice kept breaking and his words wouldn’t form the words his heart wanted to say....

The older boy was a bit surprised by the outburst but, not too much, seeing as how he should've expected something akin to this after the boy took a little hit of the potion he had just made. All of the responses and timing were right. He decided it was time to act now instead of just letting the other boy blabber on about 'true love' or that nonsense.

He didn't let him say what he wished to say, leaning forward to meet Harry's lips. It was strange being close to someone so warm after so long and he was immediately taking it all in, eagerly going in for more as he moved closer and put a hand on the Gryffindor's waist to draw him even more close.

Before Harry knew what was happening he was already in a torrid embrace.

"Nn?!" his eyes widened before they shut tight automatically.

Confused as he was, Harry knew this must mean that Tom felt the same way, and his heart gave another elated jump. But he was innocent as to what was going on allowed himself to be pulled closer without any struggle or cries for release. Tom was cold, but that just made Harry want to make him warmer so he clung tightly to the front of Tom's shirt. This was love wasn’t it?

The kiss was drawn-out and sweet, Riddle being able to easily try and charm the other boy through that first little touch before he pulled away, their lips still touching some as well as their foreheads now.

"Sorry," Tom began, moving the hand that was resting against Harry's face and up to brush some of his bangs out of the way of his emerald eyes. "Did you want to say something?" Of course, the class from the memory still carried on and about as if Tom and Harry didn't exist, the teacher walking by and picking up a memory of a book lying not too far from them to hand to a student towards the front of the classroom.

Harry had to catch his breath afterwards; he had forgotten everything else in the world during that moment together. "Ah...n-no...not anymore...." What words could convey what they had just done? It would take away from that, and Harry did not want to ruin this with stutters.

He gazed adoringly up at the person he loved the most. He was glad at that moment that the teacher and other students could not see them though their presence was slightly disconcerting to a boy who just lost his first kiss and heart.

Another charming smile spread across the Slytherin's lips before he moved back in for another taste of those warm lips, his fingers running through those unruly dark locks of hair. He took his time on these kisses, making them sweet and definitely wanting to impress them onto Harry's memory. The more they kissed and touched, the more Riddle felt his strength returning and power coursing through his veins again. Having the boy fall in love with him was the greatest idea aside from using the Ginny girl to set up the stage for another opening of the Chamber of Secrets.

During their time together being so close and kissing, the students from the memory began to get up and leave the classroom seeing as how class had apparently come to an end. The Tom in the memory walked past them, just like the others, not noticing, as the class emptied. The further that his past self-walked away, the more he felt that he was letting Harry slip away from him too. His strength had been building more and more, but it wasn't quite as much as it needed to be yet.

His concentration slipped and he felt himself being pried away, the memory turned off, and Harry gone.

The book cursed silently to itself but he did realize that he must've left a definite impression upon Potter and undoubtfully he'd more than likely be lovesick over him or wanting to return more and more. Which would work just fine, too.

The next thing Harry knew, he was passed out on the desk in the dormitory.

'No, but where's---' He thought frantically looking around. And then it hit him. The memory had ended and therefore their time together...

Harry touched his lips gently remembering. "Ah, Tom!" Harry grabbed the diary and held it to his chest very tightly. "Uhm...Uhm..." He thought of what to say. Thank you? Sorry I had to leave?

Finally he decided, "I-I’m going to bed now...but I'll keep you with me this time, okay?" Yes it was a little early for bed... And he still had homework but Harry did not want to go see Ron and Hermione so flustered. And... And he wanted to go to bed with those kisses still fresh in his mind.
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