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Who: whorecrutch and phoenix_core
Where: the beach.
When: NOW.
Summary: Tom meets Harry Potter.
Rating: there may be violence eventually?

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Harry, in the mean time, was flying over the city. His shift on Lookout had ended a little while ago, but it was an uncommonly nice night at World's End so Harry took the liberty to fly out along the town for longer than usual. He should head back- he was hungry and everyone back at the apartment would start to worry, probably wonder if there is another murderer on the loose. Actually as far as they were concerned, there was another killer freely roaming around World's End. He just hadn't acted yet

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The call got his attention in that it made Tom turn to look at whoever was shouting at him. Not someone he recognized (not that he expected to, honestly), and therefore not someone he was inclined to listen to. Until he caught sight of the wand, which made him pause. Wasn't this boy a little young to be a Ministry crony?

Well. He could entertain that. Tom cast a final glance at the creatures before lowering his wand, allowing them to twitch in peace as the pain faded from their systems.

"Come to rescue the innocent monsters?" he asked, his tone lofty and a slight smirk spreading across his features.

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There was no mistake now; Riddle was in World's End.

Harry's blood went cold in his veins upon seeing that cruel smirk. It wasn't quite Voldemort's smirk yet, no- it didn't quite have enough malice. But it was there, somewhere, the merciless smile that had haunted Harry's dreams since he was young...

Harry found himself frowning and lifting his wand further towards Riddle. The lobstrocities for the moment shouldn't be a problem, as their limbs were still oversensitized with pain. He took another few steps towards the other seventeen year old boy. "It's not the monsters I care about," he started in a hard low voice, "It's you. I know what you've done... I know who you are." He needed to keep his guard up against Riddle, since Harry knew the other, even at this age, was most likely still more cleverer and stronger than he was.

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The abject fury that spread across the boy's face was intriguing. Tom raised a thin eyebrow slowly, listening to what Harry said and watching him advance like some kind of animal wary of a predator. Tom had never fancied himself a predator, although it couldn't be helped that everyone else was prey. He leaned back on his perch of the rock, bracing his hands behind him, fingers still curled around his wand.

"Really," he said, regarding Harry with a look of amusement. He'd never seen the boy before and honestly- what did Tom Riddle have to worry about, even here? His grin broadened again as he raised his wand hand to point at Harry; not threatening, or even indicating he was about to use any magic, but for emphasis. And, of course, to remind the uppity newcomer that he had no problem using magic against anyone else. The monsters on the ground were enough indication of that. "Prove it."

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He could feel his heart pounding away in his throat when Riddle raised his wand back at Harry. Inwardly he cursed at how calm and amused the other looked, while here Harry was being incredibly nervous. But he faced off with Riddle when the other was older and much more experienced- surely he could take a younger version of the Dark Lord? Harry mentally willed himself to be stronger.

"Your name is Tom Marvolo Riddle," Harry stated, his voice very quiet and grave, "A student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You're a Slytherin, an orphan, and a Parselmouth."

For a moment, Harry was shocked at how well he could recite all this information of his enemy. However, it was all information that anyone that just going to school with Riddle could know. Harry had to take it one step further. "You also go by another name- Lord Voldemort." Above the crash of the waves, this was almost not heard.

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Tom's expression didn't change while basic facts about him were listed off like common knowledge. People knew his name, his school, and his house just fine--the Parselmouth bit, not so much, but he wasn't about to lose face over something even Dumbledore knew about him.

But oh, he had to continue. Tom's lips twitched into a sneer, but that was the only movement he made. He didn't know this boy and he didn't care to, and he was in complete control of the situation. The boy looked a little worried, anyway. He let the silence linger after Harry was done for just a moment, before dropping his wand hand halfway to his side and allowing himself a brief laugh.

"Not very advanced of you," he said. He drummed the fingers of his free hand against the rock, something dangerous glinting in his eyes as he went on, "But where did you learn all that? I've never seen you before."

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Though Riddle dropped his wand, Harry was not about to do the same. He kept it levelled with the other's chest, and attempted to not show any difference in expression when the other actually had the audacity to laugh at his information. He was never good at hiding his emotions, however. Undoubtedly, his frown dropped more and his brow furrowed together in anger. The dangerous light in Riddle's eyes unnerved Harry terribly.

"Like I would tell you how I know. I have the advantage, don't I? And... I want to make that very clear to you," Harry stated. Yes, Harry did have the advantage. Riddle didn't know his name or abilities. He didn't know he murdered Harry's parents. He didn't know that Harry was key indeciding whether he'd win the war or not. However Harry knew almost everything at Riddle- obviously that would help him, correct?

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"You're defensive," Tom quipped easily, tilting his wand to point at Harry again. "And if you wanted me to believe you have an advantage, you shouldn't have told me. Now I know you've got it out for me." He frowned, more than a little theatrically. Then he simply looked at Harry, allowing his expression to go blank, and again allowed an uncomfortable silence to settle over the both of them. Mostly the boy, he suspected, for he wasn't about to be worried.

He sighed, lifting his other hand and brushing hair out of his face. The Peverell ring? Present. "We ought to talk about something less hostile," he said calmly, watching Harry's face closely. "Tell me about yourself, Harry." Being a Legilimens was exciting.

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Riddle didn't even need to say anything to alert Harry to what he did. He felt the push of an experienced Legilimens against his mind, however this one was much more gentler than anything Snape ever did. For obvious reasons- Riddle didn't go very far. He just wanted Harry's name. Still, even that sent red flags up in Harry's brain. He forgot that Voldemort was an incredible Legilimens. Harry was complete crap at Occlumency, so any information that Riddle wanted out of him that Harry thought held an advantage he could extract

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Harry had been right about something; Tom hadn't gone very far. He didn't want to, because he didn't particularly care; it had been entirely to prove that he was the one with the advantage. He was the one calling the shots. Harry's reaction did nothing if not make him more curious as to what the boy was so afraid of involving him.

Tom stood up. He took a step towards Harry, twirling his wand where he held it at his side. With ease he dipped into Harry's thoughts again, again merely grazing the surface. Harry could feel it, and Tom wanted him to know exactly who had the authority to give orders. "Don't tell me what to do," he said, smooth voice dropping into a tone distinctly more cold. "Your advantage doesn't mean anything to me."

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The young Gryffindor groaned as Tom nudged his mind again. Again, it wasn't very much; maybe Tom learned that Harry was Sorted into Gryffindor or that Snape taught him Potions. Still, made his brain hurt, and his scar burst into burning pain. He had to catch himself from reaching up and cradelling his forehead- he would not give up that weakness.

"Look," Harry ground out when the pain subsided, "I'm just warning you. Whatever you get up to here, I don't really care. Just leave me and my friends out of it. Otherwise I won't be standing here with just my wand pointed." He lowered his wand to his side to show he wasn't about to attack. His face was hard, green eyes cold and dark. By now he was right by his broom; Harry could make a speedy escape if he needed to.

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Harry could be cold and glaring as much as he wanted, but Tom still considered himself the victor of this little event. His lips curled into a sneer as he raised his wand again, half-turning back to the creatures on the ground behind him. He tilted his head to look sideways at Harry.

"Well, now that I have your blessing," and with a confident Crucio! and a flash of light, the lobstrocities resumed writhing in pain. Tom watched them with an endeared smile for a moment before again turning his gaze back to Harry. "I wouldn't think so loudly about your scar, Harry. You might give me ideas."

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Immediately Harry cast a cold glare at Riddle as he cast that Crucio. It was meant to spite Harry, he knew. The young Gryffindor did his best to not flinch when Riddle mentioned his scar as well. He kept having to remind himself to keep his mind clear, to not think of anything too important, to not give Riddle any more artillery.

Holding his hand out, Harry exlcaimed, "Up!" and his broom shot up foward into his hand. He mounted it and kicked off of the ground, not bothering to attempt to reply to Riddle. It wasn't worth it. However, Harry did realize one thing as he flew back to the apartment- he had to learn Occlumency and fast. And there was only one person he knew that was good at that.