Until the End of Time [Tomarry]

Hello! I've returned with a new chapter!! And it's just angst!!! Just for you all!!!

Well, it's probably angst. I can't really tell for sure. Have fun! :D

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"Alright, first thing's first. What're the Death Eaters doing?" Harry asked, pacing back and forth softly on the grass.

Tom Riddle, in all of his glory, was sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of the eight year-old. "They most likely think I'm dead. After you left, I told Lucius to give me my diary back-"

"Probably a good idea."

"-and promptly never summoned any of them again. Wait, what?"

"Oooh, yeah, you only read the first one," Harry muttered, messing up his hair. He waved his hand and a book appeared out of nowhere, then held it out for Tom. "Here. Consider it a gift."

Tom took the book carefully, as if he was afraid to damage the small story with just his touch. (Was it really that precious to him?) "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets." He frowned, squinting up at Harry. "I have some concerns."

"My second year, back in my first life."

"Yes, I've been meaning to ask you about that-your first book, I mean." Tom cleared his throat. "You're a Parseltongue?!"

(Harry was glad he could still get under Riddle's skin, no matter how long it's been.)

"Yup. You gave me the ability, actually."

"This title only raises more questions," Tom deadpanned. "Why exactly were you in the Chamber of Secrets? How did you even learn about it? I didn't find it until my fifth year."

Harry sat down next to Tom, shrugging. "Well, you see, there's a very good reason for that. Some crappy book decided to possess my friend, so I had to go down there and stab a basilisk. I think I died at one point, actually. I mean, that was definitely Riddle's goal."

Tom put his face in his hands and groaned. "Are all of these books about me trying to murder you?!"

"No. Not the third one. But all the rest, definitely." Harry grinned. "I won't spoil anymore for you~!"

Tom only groaned again.

"Second thing," Harry started, and Tom glanced up, still hiding most of his face. "I know you're super skilled in magic. That's great. You know lots and lots, and that's wonderful. Now, forget it all. You know nothing."

"Um."

"Third thing," Harry continued, as if his previous statement didn't need any explanation, "I'm going to recruit Siri for horcrux retrieval. Meaning that you get to meet my family."

"Harry, if you wanted me dead, why didn't you just say so?" Tom sighed.

"You won't die. I mean, don't try attacking Danny, or I'd probably help them end you, but you should be fine other than that," Harry reassured, patting the elder wizard on the back.

Tom only frowned, then sent a calculated look Harry's way. "Danny- That's your twin brother, is he not?"

"Yep. He's the chosen one from the prophecy, you know, destined to end you- wait, you never heard the prophecy," Harry started.

"Snape only graciously told me the ending, yes."

"Yeah, yeah, Snape is a two-timing jerk. Loyal to Dumbledore because you killed Mom- wait.. Huh, he might still be completely loyal to you, actually. You never killed her in this lifetime," Harry pondered, shrugging again. "Anyways, the prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.."