Harry narrowed his eyes when Malfoy entered with Voldemort. The teen looked guilty and he wasn't sure what to feel about this. Nor when he apologized to him. It was a strange thing, yet he could see that the other meant it. That he was genuinely apologetic about what had happened.

Another thing was that he had done this to get his attention and that was unexpected, but he should have known. It was amusing to see how the teen was trying to explain why he had been a prat to him. Though he had to wonder what his life was.

Genuinely with him talking with Voldemort and now his rival apologizing. Everything was strange but there was this wariness of this entire situation. God knows what Voldemort was planning and right now he couldn't be bothered. Nor would he. It wasn't his war to fight with and he asked the old male not to attack the people he cared about. Aka the twins, Bill, Charlie, Luna, and Neville.

They were the only real friends, and this was saying a lot to him. He also explained that Snape was someone who he should be more careful about his loyalty to. Because he really wasn't wanting the potion professor to tell Dumblejerk that he was here.

At least here he was feeling safer than any place he had ever been. That says a lot to him. Another thing was that he had to drink some potions and they were said to help him. Tom had not yet lied to him, yet he was wary about him saying to help him. God knows what he was drinking but he also knew that Tom wasn't wanting to kill him.

Harry decided that it was better to do what Tom wanted as he knew what the other could do. He wasn't necessarily scared about Tom, but he wasn't really feeling up for a cruxio or for any hexes that could be thrown at him.

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"What the hell!" He yelped as seeing his reflection.

His eyes still had the green, but they were darker. Almost looking like a deep green that would be seen in the sea or lakes. It was different and not expected. Nor was it expected that he was pale, almost white. His hair was pure black. His once untamable hair was now almost straight.

Yet still had some of the curls that he could see. It was not expected, and he couldn't help but wonder how he ended up this way. His brows furrowed and he wasn't sure what to feel but one thing was clear this person in front of the mirror looked similar to Tom Riddle yet still there were some parts who made him.

Like his lips and his nose were the same. The eyes were slightly bigger and making him look more innocent. Another thing was that he looked cute and he wasn't sure how to feel about this. Yet he was feeling relieved to see that he wasn't looking like him.

Now at least people wouldn't know that he was him. That he was their so-called savior. He was sure that one of the potions caused this and he had to remind him once more that since he drank whatever was given not once had his scar pained. Tingled but never felt hurt.

He pushed that aside and decided to ask later on when he would see Tom once more. Another thing was that he was feeling annoyed that he couldn't leave the room. It was clear to his protection because of the death eaters but still. He could protect himself, but he also felt oddly delighted to know that Tom was somewhat worried about him.

It was genuine and this was what made him realize that he had not many people who would really care about his disappearance nor would they care about his death. These people care for his fame and money and nothing else. It was painful to know.

Heck, even Draco -yes they were now first-name basis- was genuinely caring for him. It warmed his heart, yet he still was at arms length on the other teen. Either way, he knew that Tom had done something to his looks and weirdly enough he couldn't be bothered being mad.

The male was clearly planning something but either way he knew that there was nothing that he could do to change this. Nor that he could get away from the whims of Tom. He mused slightly, deciding to just brush it off and trying not to think of this too much.

"Well guess I am now looking like a mini version of Marvolo." He mused out loud and snorted now. He couldn't help but know that things would now get interesting. Knowing Tom there would be a plan to possibly piss of Dumbles and he would-be full-on help to help piss off Dumbles.

The old cot had it coming with how he treated him like a puppet that could be used to the other's whims. He wasn't oblivious about that fact now. It reminded him that there had been something not right. This was why he knew that Marvolo had hidden something.

Not something that he could blame the other for hiding. But he wished he would tell him what it was that was hidden. Either way, he would ask what the heck the other had done.