What Words Can Do (TOMARRY)

Year 5 ∆ Part 1

Year 5 is gonna be a rollercoaster so just stick with me. It'll make sense at the end.

Walking into Hogwarts only to be met by Cornelius Fudge accompanied by a woman (if you can even call the thing in front of the in coming students a woman) dressed in all pink. Her face was toad like, and her eyes scanned the crowd as if she were planning a few murders.

Everyone took their seats, trying to avoid the cold looks from the ministry workers. Much of them failed to do so. Harry was one of them. Something about the way the lady in pink's eyes were basically glued on him and Tom made him shift in his spot. Tom either didn't notice or didn't care. Either way, he pulled Harry over to the Gryffindor table.

Unlike every other year, Dumbledore didn't make the beginning of the year speech. It was the Minister. "Welcome back to Hogwarts," Fudge began, overlooking the crowd. "This year, things will be different. Your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is from the Ministry. So please welcome Professor Umbridge." The lady in pink - Umbridge - smiled to the crowd. "Now that introductions are out of the way, we have had someone come to us saying somehow Voldemort has gone back in time and is now attending Hogwarts as his young self. You all know him as he's made himself well known in Gryffindor from what I've heard. So, Timothy Randolf - or should I say, Tom Riddle - you will be transported to Hogwarts immediately."

A smiled played on Umbridge's face as a few wizard guards came and took Tom away. Harry forced himself to stay silent, knowing he would get in trouble just for looking at him. "Diary," Tom mouthed before getting dragged away.

Umbridge said some things then the feast began. Harry had lost his appetite and pushed his plate away. He didn't talk to anyone, no matter who or how many times they asked his what was wrong. His boyfriend had just been arrested because the Ministry had found out about him. But who had snitched? There were only a few people who had known who he really was.

After the feast, Harry went up to his room, making a mental list of who all knew who Tom really was.

Ron.
Hermione.
Ginny.

Would any of them really have ratted him out? They knew he was nothing like his future self, but they could never be too careful. Harry knew he had to figure out who it had been. He missed Tom and he had to get revenge on who ever had got him taken away.

Ron walked in shortly after Harry, so he figured that Ron would be the best start. He sat up from where he had been laying on his bed. "Hey, Ron," Harry gained the ginger's attention. "Did you turn Tom into the Ministry?"