He was awakened by someone pulling his arm.

"Harry, wake up" Ron shouted at him. "We're late for class"

He opened one eye and pointed it at the alarm clock on his bedside table. The clock showed 7:55. The lesson starts at 8. Fuck. The alarm didn't go off, it was late.

He ran up and took off his pajamas, putting on the first clean things he found in the closet.

"It's a good feeling not to be the one who's late" said Ron.

"Why didn't you call me?" He exclaimed.

"I woke up five minutes before you" Ron replied, getting dressed too.

They left their room at 7:58. The first lesson was chemistry, the classroom was on the upper side of the building. He should have run. He tried to run as fast as he could, he arrived in front of the door of the classroom with a breath.

He went inside and found the chemistry professor, Snape, already standing at the blackboard.

"Mr. Potter," Professor Snape begun "Mr. Weasley, thank you for having deigned us with your presence"

Professor Piton hates him, for some reason unknown to him. He and Ron took their seats.

"You are late" said Hermione by his side.

"We noticed it," Ron replied.

"Now, if you all agree, I would continue with the lesson" said Piton impatiently.

Chemistry lessons were the worst, between the fact that Python hated him, and the fact that he didn't understand anything, it was the perfect pair to fry his brain. He spent an hour immersed in chemical formulas and coths, when the hour was over, he got up straight to the next lesson.

That was a busy morning, yawning in front of the cafeteria tray. Hermione was checking her phone, when she let out a sigh of surprise.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Have you read the latest news?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"No, why?" After a few seconds of reluctance, he turned the phone screen in his direction. It was open on an article in the Daily News. In capital letters it was written: "the criminal Tom Riddley accused of double murder dating back to fifteen years ago was spotted in the south of London"

"Oh fuck!" Ron exclaimed "but he wasn't he dead?"

He took the phone from Hermione's hands and read parts of the article. They jumped in his eyes, Fifteen-year-old fugitive, Murder of Lily and James Potter, The only surviving son Harry Potter

"He's back for me" said Harry. The culprit of the murder of his parents had returned to finish the work, to finish him.