#tomary

Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison. 

Tom Riddle/ Harry Potter, Detective AU, Murderer!Tom, Detective!Harry

Summary:

Tom Riddle kills Ginny Weasley, a young upstart business woman who was directly fighting with one of his biggest competitors, Dumbledoor Inc., in a field that he did not own any stocks in. This throws suspicion onto Dumbledore, the CEO, and brings him business in fields he does hold importance in. Harry, a 20 something year old detective, decides to investigate him, as some things aren’t adding up, and finds himself dancing with the devil, the very charming devil.

Tom: Harry!!

Harry: What the fuck do you want lemme sleep.

Tom: We should get Nagini a boyfriend! So they can have baby snakes!

Harry: No. Go to sleep.

Tom: But please Harry! We can call them all Nagini junior!!

Harry: Go

Harry: To

Harry: Sleep

Tom: But Harry-

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Tomarry

Tags: Humor, Obsessive!Tom, Possessive!Tom, pre-Tomarryish, Time-&-Dimension-Travel, AU-CD Book 5, 

Tom Riddle stared at the four walls of the room he’d been placed in. It was much larger than his room at the orphanage was, and there was certainly more furniture within as well. Though the walls were obviously old and some of the paint chipped in places, it was still much better than the water-stained ceilings, and holed walls of the orphanage.

There was warmth as well, and he’d been told that dinner would be ready soon.

A mirror on the vanity allowed him to see his ruffled appearance, which he quickly fixed with a wave of the hand. Despite the entire situation, he didn’t want to look like a vagabond, even if his clothes weren’t of the finest quality.

And he’d been given this room to stay in, by a man named Sirius. Obviously a Black. And since Tom had seen a portrait of his schoolmate Walburga, hanging in in the foyer, and looking much older than he remembered, he’d easily put the pieces together. She and Orion had gotten married and had a son. The son was the on who gave Tom the room for the length of his stay. The son also seemed nothing like Orion or Walburga despite having the common Black features. Tom was somehow in the future.

“You’ll be staying here for now. The Ministry isn’t exactly trustworthy at the moment and giving you over to the Unspeakables would be a mess,” was all Sirius Black had told him.

Time Travel was a very unique branch of magical study and not many knew about it outside of the Ministry and what they allowed people to know. And Tom being a person to travel through time would surely garner unwanted attention. And he didn’t want that. Especially since he was still unaware of what was going on and until he learned more, he didn’t feel like acting out.

He was a bit put out though, since he was told there were several other teenagers in the house but that he wasn’t allowed to meet with them yet. And why? Because Dumbledore hadn’t come.

So this Black was acquainted with Dumbledore enough to listen to him for whatever reason. And decided that Dumbledore had the control of the situation that none of them really understood.

There was no fondness in his heart for Albus Dumbledore, no matter what time he was in.

At least the woman with the red hair had been decent, though he was certain she was from a Gryffindor family. When he’d been directed into the kitchen, the woman had bustled over, looking horrified at the state he was in, touching his cheeks and informing him that he was ‘far too thin, dearie’. He knew that well enough, but when she proceeded to tell him that he’d get extra servings at dinner, he’d stayed his tongue’s automatic defence. She was one of those mothering types he’d never really seen in person before, and she wanted him to be her definition of healthy.

As for Sirius Black and his friend Remus Lupin, both had seemed a little surprised to see Tom standing in foyer, but had questioned him quietly and thoroughly. In the end, they’d deemed him not too much of a threat, but did keep his wand for the time being to reduce the threat level Black swore he still posed. Lupin however, said that since Tom was only going into his 5th year, he was just a teen and couldn’t be held accountable for the actions of… another.

And Tom realised he must have meant Tom’s future self. Which didn’t sound good. The Molly woman had seemed to recognise his name but had still puttered on over to tsk at the state he was in.

Tom sighed, knowing not to try anything until he had more information. It was better that way.

When Harry finally stepped foot into the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place, he found himself gaping openly at the first face he saw. Tom Riddle. He would know that handsome face anywhere, and was a cross between annoyed, and curious.

But Tom was seated at the table, beside Snape of all people, looking uncomfortable and trying not to show it. He looked every bit as much as he did in the Chamber, but perhaps a little less hardened and bitter. His face appeared a bit younger even.

Harry directed his attention to Dumbledore. “How?”

Twin blue eyes twinkled annoyingly. “It seems Tom has traveled through space and time to join us, Harry. And from what he has told us, I believe it safe to say he is from a different universe altogether.”

A Tom Riddle from a different universe. Meaning this one wasn’t in any way remotely connected to the man who killed Harry’s parents and seemed to obsess over him.

“But how?” he reiterated, wondering how that could happen.

“Simple, dear boy. I taught Tom and recall everything that happened during his years at Hogwarts. Never once had there been an actual shooting star sighting. They are naturally quite rare and hold magical properties, so whenever there is one, we magicals tend to gather to observe and celebrate it. Tom here last remembers watching a shooting star and making a wish for some peace from the second muggle world war and the bombings.”

Tom Riddle sneered a bit and sank further into his chair. Obviously he thought such a revelation made him appear weak. Harry though, could understand to an extent. He hadn’t really thought about it, but Tom Riddle grew up in the middle of World War II, and London was a very big target during that time. It must have been hell for him to witness all the carnage and devastation.

He was feeling pity for Tom Riddle. Merlin, damn it.

“So Tom is here for how long?”

Dumbledore seemed unbothered as he stated, “Indefinitely. He’ll be joining your year in fact.”

Harry winced in sympathy, unable to help himself. A new world, and a new life with new rules and information to become acquainted with. How… unfortunate.

And Harry strangely felt no anger toward this Tom Riddle. If he was only just starting his fifth year of schooling, he hadn’t killed anyone. And probably hadn’t found the chamber either. Which meant this truly was a different Tom Riddle than the mess Voldemort had become.

“I trust you to be mature about this situation and help him out, okay Harry?” Dumbledore asked, sending him an expectant look.

“Yes. Sir.” He nearly forgot to be respectful. Damn. Not that he was in the mood to be considering the summer he’d had and what was coming up soon.

Dumbledore stood. “I’m afraid I must depart and begin the necessary work to get Tom here, situated at Hogwarts. I’ll return very soon with the information ready.” He was gone in a sweep of mauve and sky blue robes, and Harry was left bewildered and less angry than when he’d arrived.

Well then.

Tom very quickly found himself drawn to the Gryffindor known as Harry Potter who seemed to be the topic of discussion of everyone in the house. He was Sirius Black’s godson. He too was an orphan who was forced to stay with muggles he hated. And he knew who Tom was and what he’d become. Or rather, the Tom of this universe at least. And while he seemed wary, he didn’t outright shun Tom either.

And of course that just pulled him in more. But Tom was acting like a bloody Hufflepuff and refused to be swayed by a charming yet awkward smile, and shining green eyes. He had been faced with all manner of flirtations from people even older than he, and he hadn’t given in. One boy was not going to ruin his solid control.

Of course, once he and Harry Potter were introduced, Tom was exposed to all the other teens in the house. The twin Weasleys, their brother who was like a third twin without the exact same features, and the youngest Weasley who was also the same height as her brothers despite being younger than Tom was. All four stood at Tom’s height of 183 cm. and he didn’t know how he felt about that.

On the flipside, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were several inches below them, and closer to 170 cm. instead.

Granger was a Gryffindor who should have been a Ravenclaw. Potter, Ginevra, and the twins were Gryffindors who should have been Slytherins. He wasn’t certain about Ronald Weasley yet. He might be the only true Gryffindor in the lot actually.

Black and Lupin were Gryffindor alumni. Tom was certain Lupin was a werewolf but everyone accepted him just fine, save for Severus Snape - who had been a Slytherin - who seemed to hate everyone around him equally. His presence made no sense to Tom, who still didn’t know enough. Even with Granger’s numerous books, he was with limited time to learn everything.

On top of that, he felt drawn to Harry Potter in ways that made no sense, and was annoyed when he didn’t have the other teen’s attention. Tom was used to having attention.

Tom did not brood as it was unseemly behaviour, but he was certainly very bitter over how odd everything was and how nothing was making sense to him! So little time before the new term began and he was completely unprepared!

“We’ll help you,” said Potter with a smile. “Though I would warn you against going to Slytherin. I don’t know how it was in your day, but they’ll know you aren’t a Pureblood and that’ll be hell for you. Also, ¾ of the school will hate you immediately just for going there, and the House itself will hate you for your impurity.”

He was a bit… disgusted. He knew about Slytherin as he was one for four years, but the other Houses weren’t so intense in his time. He’d been liked by everyone but Dumbledore. And it had taken all four years to get to that status mostly in his own House, but the other Houses had only be slightly wary of him. What the bloody hell had happened over the years?

“I think you can get away with Ravenclaw because they like reading and being smart and you could get away with your knowledge hoarding if you go there. No one would question it.”

Tom didn’t want to be in Ravenclaw though. They weren’t as witty as they thought they were.

He kind of wished he hadn’t foolishly given into the urge to ‘wish upon a star’ now. A simple childhood saying had made him act. A stupid act.

But then Harry Potter smiled at him, and Tom threw that thought out the window immediately. The new thought bouncing around his head was, ‘mine’.

It would take time and effort to rise about this unfortunate setback in his plans for his life, but Tom was nothing if not adaptable. And with Harry Potter, Tom was going to achieve greatness one way or another. And Harry would be his to the very end. whether he knew it or not.

“We have to help Mrs. Weasley clean up the house,” said Harry, holding out a brook.

That regret was coming back bit by bit. Tom took up the offered broom and sighed. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He’d plan some more later. For now, he’d school his features and allow the woman to boss him around. If only to keep up his good boy behaviuor. Inside he was screaming in a tantrum of epic proportions.