AN: Here is another dream for you. Tom makes another appearance...hmmm I am sensing a reoccurring theme here...


Why Can't we be Friends


Harry stared at the boy in front of him. If anyone had told him yesterday that today he would be sitting, crossed legged, in the chamber of secrets, bantering with mini-lord-Voldemort he'd have directed them to Madam Pomfrey immediately. Yet, here he was, getting to know the teenage version of the man who tried to kill him.

"It's frightening really." He murmured finally.

Tom stopped his ranting about the ministry to stare at him.

"What is?"

Harry pointed at his head. "How many people you've got in there."

"It's maddening." Tom deadpanned.

He repressed a smirk. "I'm quite sure it is."

Tom watched him for a moment, considering something or other in his head no doubt far too complex for Harry to follow.

"Why aren't you and I...associates?"

Harry nearly laughed at Tom's blatant avoidance of the term 'friends.'

"You tried to kill me."

"That isn't so bad. All this pent of anger isn't good for the soul. You need to learn to let things go Harry."

"Twice."

"If it makes you feel any better I obviously wasn't trying that hard. Well, i suppose I had intended to when you first approached me, but in my defense I knew you only as the boy who destroyed my future self and I was understandably upset. The second time I'd run out of things to say and I had nothing better to do."

"What."

"Bored. I was bored."

"...I hate you."


AN: Hope you guys like them thus far. Posting more soon.

-Pseudonymous