Narrator's POV

Harry woke up as the unseen Sun rose, and started his day by showering.

After his bath, he walked back into the dorm and saw the other boys awake.

Harry opened his trunk and pulled out a fresh uniform and got dressed, noticing Neville feeding a fly to a plant.

"What's that, Nev?" Harry asked

"This is Hades, my Venus Fly Trap." Neville answered "Mum made me choose my favorite plant to bring, wish I could have brought one or two more."

Soon enough, Harry, Draco, Neville, Luna, Hermione, and the other Slytherins made there way into the Great Hall for breakfast.

While eating, Hedwig flew in and Harry untied a letter that was tied on her leg.

"Dear Harry,

I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three?

I want to hear all about your first week.

Send us an answer back with Hedwig.

-Hagrid."

Harry borrowed a quill and ink pot from Hermione and wrote a reply.

"Sorry Hagrid, but I something scheduled with my friends.

-Harry Potter."

He then tied the note to Hedwig's leg and sent her off.

Once finished with breakfast, the Prefects handed them their schedules.

***

The Prefects walked the fourteen first years to the Potions classroom in the Dungeon and they entered.

After the Slytherins took a seat —Harry sitting next to Draco— the Gryffindors walked in.

As soon as everyone was seated, Snape swept into the room, his robes flowing behind him majestically.

He began to take roll, pausing momentarily at Harry's name, and continued down the list.

"Ronald Weasley," Snape read "ah yes, our new ce-leb-brit-ty."

The Slytherin's sniggered at the comment.

Once he finished, he said "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking. As there is little foolish wand waving here, many of you will hardly believe that this is magic. I don't expect you you really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death —if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Everyone became silent.

"Weasley!" Snake said suddenly "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"I don't know." Ron said

Snape sneered, "Tut, tut —fame clearly isn't everything."

He ignored Draco and Hermione's raised hands.

"Let's try again. Weasley where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked

"I don't know, sir." Ron replied, the Slytherins shaking with laughter

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming here, eh, Weasley?" Snape sneered, looking into Ron's eyes

Snape still ignored Draco and Hermione's raised hands.

"What's the difference, Weasley, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked

"I don't know." Ron quietly replied

"Ms. Franqui, care to answer my question?" Snape asked

"Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so strong, sir, that it is called 'the Draught of Living Death'. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, it was a trick question because they are the same plant, and it also goes by aconite." Hermione answered, smirking at Ron

"Correct." Snape said "Fifteen points to Slytherin and fifteen from Gryffindor."

No one moved, so Snape snapped "Why aren't you all writing this down?!"

For the rest if the class, he had them make a boil curing potion.

***

On Friday after Charms with the Hufflepuffs, Harry collapsed in bed to relax until dinner.

As he rolled around the covers he was very surprised to find a note under his silk-covered pillow.

Harry smiled happily, Tom was contacting him in the real world!

Would he be there at this place he was leading him to?

He quickly got up, folded the note and placed it in his pocket.

Harry left the First Year Boy's Dorm and crept into the Slytherin Common Room and walked to the door.

"Where are you going, mate?" Draco asked Harry, looking up from the Wizard Chess game he was playing with Hermione

"It's hard to explain." Harry admitted

"What is it?" Hermione asked, taking Draco's queen "Is there something wrong?"

"No, Hermione, nothings wrong. There's just something I need to do." Harry replied, leaving

Harry quietly made his way to the First Floor Girl's Lavatory, made it past the sleeping ghost and walked up to the sinks.

"Open." Harry whispered, not realizing he was speaking Parseltounge

The Circle of sinks quietly parted and he jumped into the hole it created and slid down.

He journeyed into the room made of wet, grey stones and found a note stuck to a statue of a giant bearded face.

He repeated the password and the statue's moth opened and he journeyed inside, hoping to hear or see Tom.

After several minutes, he passed several rooms and found the large bedroom.

The bedroom had: a large four-post bed that was larger than the one in the dorm and it was covered in black silk sheets; a large dark oak closet; and a black leather couch that had a recliner.

On the freshly made bed he found the next note and vase of red roses on the bedside table.

Sighing sadly since Tom wasn't here, Harry stood up and began to leave.

Walking back to the exit of the statue, he came across a hot springs and he found another note.

Harry decided to skip dinner and spend the night there, so he crawled into the soft bed.

***

Tom Marvolo Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort and who was currently possessing Qurriell's body, entered the Chamber of Secrets that night at midnight after the Prefects went to bed, curious to see if Harry got his letters.

He entered the bedroom and saw his sweet little soulmate sleeping peacefully, wrapped comfortably in black silk sheets.

Tom smiled softly as he walked forwards, reaching out his arm to stroke the raven black hair, but stopped himself; he didn't want Qurriell's touch to taint his darling Harry.

"I know you want to meet me properly, sweetheart," Tom whispered "and you will soon. I'm so close to getting the Philosopher's Stone and then my body back, and then I'll take you away from those horrid relatives of yours forever, my beautiful Harry."

***

Inside of his dreamscape, Harry waited for Tom to arrive.

"Hello, Harry." Tom greeted, arriving "How are you enjoying Hogwarts so far?"

"I love it." Harry replied

"And what do you think of your teachers? Do you like any of them?" Tom asked

"Snape is always staring at me and it's weird." Harry replied

"What do you think of Qurriell?" Tom asked

"Him too, he always looks at me like he knows me and it's weird." Harry replied, not noticing Tom's smile falter

"Have you spoke to Hagrid since the train ride?"

"Not physically, but he sent me a letter inviting me to tea."

"And did you accept his offer?"

"No."

"Good. How do you like the Chamber?"

"I love it. When will I meet you?"

"Soon, sweetheart." Tom replied "Soon, I promise."

"I can't wait." Harry smiled...