Title: Of Power and Opposition

Summary: AU Harry's parents died in a carcrash and grew up with abusive relatives. Choices he made lead him to becoming the Dark Lord. Tom Riddle, his mother died giving birth to him leaving him in an orphanage, his detiny is to defeat the Dark Lord but will his lust for power drive him to a different end? HPTR

Rating: PG-13

Status: 4 chapter written, 4 chapter posted

Review count: 14

artemyl: I'm glad you like it so

Classical-Storyteller: Um...right

Meemei: Well original was what I was going for...I could never see Harry being seduced by some 60 odd Dark Lord who suddenly regained his handsome young body. This on the other hand, power attracting power...makes much more sense.

MydridFox09: I had to switch them round, you see that generation is so much more fun to play with and I don't write many fictions with them

wover03: I'm glad you do

Pairings: Harry Potter x Tom Riddle

Notes: I saw Nancy Drew on the Disney channel, I like her and I loved the journalism teacher. Hence the inspiration for Harry :D

Tom frowned as he stepped into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. There was no light, the windows were covered and there were no torches alit. Everyone huddled together not certain where the desks were or any other obstacles for that matter. There was no warning, but suddenly streams of red light crisscrossed about the room. Tom ducked and the lights came on. A few people were still moving, either on the floor or backed up against walls. The majority of the class was frozen stiff in full body binds.

"Let's just hope any enemies you make catch in the dark shall we?"

Those students that were frozen were released, most collapsed from the sudden control returning to their limbs.

Tom look up at the brunette professor as he came out of a door on the other side of the classroom, coming down some steps and coming to stand behind his desk.

"Now, take your seats," the class moved in awe towards their seats.

Tom frowned at the professor who still hadn't looked at him. Tom approached the seat he had sat in for all his years at Hogwarts but something seemed off.

There were yelps and screams as many of the students went to sit down and passed right through their chairs. Some students had been wise to put their hand down first, some hadn't even moved to sit down, Tom being one of them.

Harry smiled and clapped slowly three times before shaking his head, "Alright, let's try that again, no more fooling this time."

The students stood up and this time when they tried to sit down the seats remained solid. This time the professor did look at Tom and as he sat in his seat he had a strange feeling that there would be more 'fooling' as this man put it.

"Now, this is Defence Against the Dark Arts, this is also your NEWT year, if any of you think that what I just subjected you to is unfair then leave now," four girls and two guys got up and left.

"If any of you are in this class because you think it might be fun…get out," three boys got up and left.

One girl raised her hand.

"Yes?" Harry's tone was a bored one, predicting already that the girl was going to ask about why he was sending them away.

"Why aren't we allowed to take this class if we think it's fun, I thought NEWTs were about taking what you liked."

"Because this year it's not going to be milk and cookies. There is a Dark Lord out there who wants to kill you. Dark Arts is about being clever, being sneaky, honour and mercy don't come into it. I'm going to teach you how to defend yourself and to do that; one needs to understand the offence." The girl looked afraid, "Out," Harry pointed at the door; she grabbed her bag and ran, tears already forming in her eyes.

"Finally, anyone who thinks that showing you the basics of the Dark Arts so you know what you're up against is the wrong way to go about teaching will leave this classroom immediately," two girls and a boy left.

The only people in the class now were five boys and two girls, Tom being among that number.

"Alright, you," Harry pointed at one of the girls, "name the three unforgivable curses and how to defend yourself against them."

"Imperio, the controlling curse, occlumency will defend you against it's invasion, controlling nature, Crucio, the pain curse, protego maximus has been known to defend against it and Arvada Kedavra, there is no defence."

"Out, you need to think outside of the box," the girl looked insulted and stayed seating. Harry's hands slammed down on her desk making her jump but her expression never wavered. "Pride will get you killed, now out."

She stood up, anger on her face, turned on her heal and strode out.

"Right," Harry smiled, "now, any suggestions."

Tom raised his hand; Harry raised an eyebrow, "Yes you…Mr?"

"Riddle," Tom said with a sneer, he detested that name, "dodge it."

"Ten points to," Harry took a glance at the boy's tie, "Slytherin."

Tom was confused, their eyes had met last night, why did the professor need to check his tie, surely he'd seen what house table he was at. Maybe this was another way of trying to make him seem insignificant, like he could easily be forgotten.

"Or maybe I'm just trying to make you think that."

Tom nearly jumped, he hadn't realised he'd wondered off into his thoughts. But there he was, professor Keito Sin, smiling lazily, his brown eyes dazzling with a feint green tinge around the edges. His hands had their fingers splayed on Tom's desk supporting his weight as he leaned forward over Tom.

"I didn't think it was proper for professors to raid the minds of students," Tom sneered.

"Whoever said I was in your mind, I can read your face like an open book and that will get you killed," Harry drew back and shook his head turning to the rest of the class.

"So, you are the few who passed my inspection, welcome to Defence Against the Dark Arts. I hope you all survive the year. Now, the first thing we are going to study is mind invasion and defence techniques. If the enemy can get inside your mind then he can predict your every move. Your job is to get inside his mind, keep him out of yours and attack at the same time. You," one of the boys looked up as Harry pointed at him, "What is the opposite incantation to occlumens?"

"Legilimency?" the boy's voice quivered.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, "Grow a back bone and you're wrong by the way but you got the right spell. The incantation is Legilimens," Harry said while looking Tom in the eyes.

Tom suddenly realised what was happening and ducked his head. He was studying occlumency but he wasn't well practiced. All he could do as a defence at the moment was avert his eyes.

"Were you all observing Mr Riddle? If you don't know occlumency then never maintain eye contact with your enemy. However, if you're not watching them then you'll get yourself killed. As such, your homework for tonight will be to right me a three foot essay on occlumency. If you only write about what it is you will get a P, if you only write about who discovered it, famous uses etc, you will get a P. This is Defence Against the Dark Arts. I want to know if you know how to defend yourself and what you are defending against, have I made myself clear?"

There were nods and sounds of affirmation.

Harry smiled, "Class dismissed."

Tom watched Harry as he turned his back to stack some papers on his desk on top of each other.

"You are a part of this class Mr Riddle, I believe I dismissed you."

They were the only ones in the classroom now.

"What's your game," Tom was scowled at the professor who refused to turn around.

Harry turned around and smirked, "Asking already, I didn't think you'd crack so soon."

Tom was furious, but his scowl remained as it had been. He'd been tricked again. He turned to leave, fuming from head to toe but he'd be damned if he let it show. His movements were slow, controlled.

"I believe that would make the score one to nothing eh Mr Riddle?"

Those were the words Tom heard as he shut the door behind him. The smirk in that voice nearly made him loose his temper. He would bring this man to his knees if his life depended on it. He would not let some upstart new teacher take away the pride he had spent years building.

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Tralala, I have a review to hits ratio for last chapter of 1:34.