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He'd rather be anywhere than beside the snobby
purebloods trying and failing to bully him with buggering Tom
Marvolo Riddle taking interest in his being for some reason. That
was Lord Voldemort in the making. He didn't want to be near the
man (boy?)'s proximity, nor the many familiar faces of murderers in
his time still in their youth.

Circe help him.
Circe? God, he was starting to sound like them.

Henry tapped his foot impatiently in potions class. Slughorn
was running late, forcing the class to sit and wait. This would have
been fine, if not for the fact that Riddle was trying to talk to him.
'Something on your mind?' Riddle regarded.

'None of your business.'
'Henry,' a warm smile. 'I am merely worried of your well-
being. It is common courtesy to look out for our fellow peers, is it
not?' He internally snorted. A for effort on sincerity.

'I don't remember ever allowing you to call me by my first
name, Riddle.' His expression morphed into something colder. Not
as good at manipulating me as you thought, huh? Henry resisted
a tug at the corner of his lips. He sneered at Riddle instead.

Henry turned away as Slughorn walked in when Riddle was
glowering, saving Henry from his increasing annoyance. If it weren't
for the fact that Henry had constant attention from the professors,
the only people aware of his time travel, he didn't doubt he would