Harry Potter wants for a lot of things. He just doesn't know what. So he'll be a good little legacy and follow in his parents footsteps, except his plans are messed up the second he steps into Hogwarts.
Tom Riddle wants for a lot of things. He knows exactly what, and he'll do anything to get to it. Even if it means following lost little lions into the depths of an underworld he has never heard of.
He didn’t glance at the monitor that contained everyone’s faces - he did not want to know Tom’s reaction.
Lord_V is typing....
Lord_V: Why, Owl, that was quite forward of you.
Lord_V: I would scour the ends of Skeld for you, though.
Harry blushed at the reply, and firmly kept his mouth shut as everyone decided to skip voting. The next round began, and Harry decided to wait in the Medbay vent.
Two minutes later, a familiar red crewmate entered and headed to the scanner.
Harry barely contained the grin from spreading across his face as jumped out of the vent, stabbed Tom in the back, and vented out.
Harry begins serving the food, and Tom braces himself for the pleasant table talk, that, on any other day, would have been the highlight of his week. He hopes Harry does not ask him for details - he doesn’t have it in himself to lie to the younger man, and he doesn’t want to expound him with the details of his… ahem, evening.
“Did you get around to asking Slughorn for that project?”
“…project?” Tom almost gets a whiplash from his neck snapping up to look at Harry. The latter is busy trying to spear a mushroom with his fork, but warm green eyes glance up to meet his for a second.
“The one you were whining about for weeks? Gods, Tom, please don’t tell me you forgot. I can NOT take another month of you complaining about how boring your work is, I will throw out your laptop I do!”
“I do not whine,” Tom says with furrowed brows. The topic of the conversation has thrown him off, but he has more important things to worry about - mainly, defending his honour and good name. “You really shouldn’t spread such lies. Besides, everyone knows I’m capable of far more than what Slughorn has me working on! Exoplanet formations, honestly. I researched on those in sophomore year.”
Harry laughs. “Only you, Tom.”
Tom sniffs. “And I did ask Slughorn to put me in the black hole research team. He said it’ll be done by next week.”
“That’s great news!”
Tom doesn’t pay attention to much after that. Honestly, supernovas and galaxies have nothing on the brightness of the smile that is Harry Potter’s.
