Harry sat in The Shrieking Shack with Ron and Hermione, waiting for Sirius to show up. He was thinking about Tom and whether or not this would even work. For all he knew, this could be some trick and Tom really was working with his future counter part.

The door to the room they sat in opened, breaking Harry from his thoughts.

There stood Sirius Black. Harry went up and hugged him weakly. "What's the matter, Cub?" Sirius asked, ruffling Harry's hair.

"I have a lot of explaining to do," Harry admitted, lowering his head slightly. He didn't know how Sirius would react. Probably badly once he hears who Harry's boyfriend is.

"So in second year,  I found this diary," he began explaining. "Later on, I wrote in it, and it wrote back. At first I was like, Woah, what the literal fuck, but then I continued talking with it. Before second year was over, I found out who it was. I didn't mind, though. At the time he was there for me through everything. When the end of 3rd year came along, he wanted me to get him into Hogwarts. So when 4th year came along, we did get him into Hogwarts. He got sorted into Gryffindor. Around the time of the Yule Ball he became my boyfriend. In the summer he killed the Dursleys for me. But at the beginning of this year, someone turned him into the Ministry and they took him to Azkaban. They erased his memories of me. And now I need to break him out."

"What's his name?" Sirius asked after Harry finished.

Harry hesitated, "You wouldn't like that part."

"I'd ask if you were dating the Malfoy kid, but you said he got sorted into Gryffindor," Sirius chuckled. "I'd have more belief in you dating You-Know-Who."

The trio shared a look. "Well, you see . . ." Harry mumbled, putting his hand on the back of his neck. "It's not exactly Voldemort. Just . . . Tom Riddle."

Sirius' face paled. "This is a joke, right?" he asked hopefully. "Because if so, haha, you got me."

"He's telling the truth, and now we gotta break Tom out of Azkaban," Ron spoke up.

A laugh emitted itself from Sirius who was shaking his head violently. "Alright, I assume Hermione is in on this joke, too? You guys have really out done yourself. This has got to be a dream. My godson. Dating Tom Riddle."

"If it helps you feel any better," it was Hermione's turn to speak, "Tom is more like a clone that You-Know-Who created. I'm not sure how much you know about them, as clones are generally things found in muggle science fiction books and movies, but clones are their ownself. They can't exactly replace the person they resemble. Therefore Harry is dating Tom Riddle. Not the past self of You-Know-Who. Otherwise, Tom would have never been able to love Harry like he did, and he would have never been sorted into Gryffindor. I've been looking into it, and there must have been some kind of block on him that didn't let the sorting hat see what had happened. Or You-Know-Who created him to be placed in Gryffindor so that no one would be suspicious. Either way, You-Know-Who wouldn't have been able to create a being of his past self exactly to still be able to feel things the way he did. And it's first year knowledge the You-Know-Who can't have romantic attractions. He should have been repulsed at Harry when he asked Tom to the Yule Ball."

"Long story short, basically Harry's dating a Tom that was taken from a different reality," Ron shrugged.

"This is too much," Sirius shook his head. "Look, I'm all for one for going against family, but Tom Riddle? Really Harry?"

"The heart wants what it wants," Harry shrugged helplessly. "But please. I really miss him. I love him, Sirius."

Sirius looked at Harry who was looking at the ground, probably expecting him to call him crazy and leave. Instead Sirius used his index finger to lift his chin up. "I can tell he means a lot to you. I can't let my godson be this upset. Trust me, I know someone else who had to suffer while his lover was in Azkaban."

"Thank you so much, Sirius," Harry wrapped his arms around his godfather. Sirius smiled softly and hugged back.