Moral Of the story

-June 27th-

Harry woke up to the sound of his blaring alarm going off. Harry sighed and shut it off.Harry got shorts and a t-shirt on and walked out of the house and started to jog around the neighborhood. Harry got back from his jog and made himself eggs and toast for breakfast. Harry finished his breakfast and went upstairs to take a shower. After he finished his shower he went to his room and got a pair of black jeans and a blue shirt. Then he heard a knock at the door.

"One Second." Yelled Harry from his room. He rushed down the stairs and opened the door. "How can I-?" Harry looked up and saw Tom Riddle Standing on his doorstep.

"Damian?"

Harry grabbed Tom's wrist and dragged him inside and slammed the door shut. Harry turned around and looked at Tom. "Look, the only reason that I sent a letter to you is because I need you to put a glamour on me to look like Harry potter."

"WHAT?!" Tom shouted. "Why?"

"Because Dumbledore doesn't know that I know that I am your son."

"That doesn't make any sense? Dumbledore took you from me and your mother."

"I know that, but he doesn't know that I know that."

"So what you're saying is that if you pretend to be Harry Potter then we can take him out from the inside?"

"Yes."

Tom sighed and looked around the small hallway. "Fine, but until you are home. That Glamor will come off."

"Deal. and I want to be left alone for the rest of the summer."

"Damian. Severus will want to see you at some point. So At Least let me stay in contact with you."

"Fine. Can we do the spell now?" Tom nodded and took out his wand. "Occultatum Idenitatis."

Harry then felt a tingling sensation and saw his dad look despondent.

"Did it work?"

"Yes. Please stay out of trouble."

"I will. Thank you."

Tom smiled and opened the door. "Good luck on your first day."

"How did you-?" Harry turned around and saw that Tom was gone. Harry closed the door and walked back up the stairs to finish packing his work out bag. Harry grabbed his old glasses that were on his desk. He grabbed them and quickly put them on. Harry then packed a bag with shorts and a tank top so he could work-out after his shift. He put his shoes on and walked out of the house and started to walk to the local gym that he got hired to work there. He got there and saw a middle-aged woman behind a desk.

"Are you Harry?"

"Yes."

"Great. Now you'll be able to work-out here for free because you do work here and you'll just go around helping people out if they need it, tidy up here and there. Hopefully you make friends too."

"Yeah me too."

Harry went into the locker room and put his things in a locker.

"Hey are you the new guy?" asked someone from behind. Harry turned around to see a brown hair man that looked like he worked out every.... Single.... Day.

Harry blushed, "Yeah."

The man gave him a flirty smile "That's good. What's your name?"

"Harry."

"Nice to meet you Harry. The name is Matteo. How old are you?"

"15."

"Nice. Why did you want to work here?"