Tom Riddle and the Snorelacks

First chapter

Tom Riddle and the Snorelacks.

Sum: Harry becomes the Divination teacher in the 1940s and takes Tom on a field trip. This is crack. Nuff said.

This may or may not be funny I'm not sure, if anyone does think it's at least mildly amusing let me know and I'll put the next chapter. If it sucks let me know that too.

This chapter has now been Betaed.

Tom's P.O.V.

I once again found myself almost begging Headmaster Dippet to let me stay at Hogwarts for the summer.

"I wouldn't be any trouble Sir, if I could just stay here for the-"

He cut me off as if I was a silly little boy that was being purposely annoying.

"Come now Tom. You know there aren't any of the teachers that could stay here for the whole year-"

"Who's staying here for the whole year?"

Cut in my Divination Professor, who was looking absent minded again. Harry Potter was very strange man, what with showing up out of nowhere, and pretending to be from the future. No one believed him of course, but when he made some accurate predictions he was deemed a seer and became the Divination teacher.

"Hmm, oh! Professor Potter. No one is, you see-"

"I did last year, though I'm thinking of going somewhere this year. Was Tom going to be staying this year?"

Sometimes he talked with a strange casual innocence and then threw out something that completely baffled the person he was talking to. Naturally I was weary.

"No Harry-"

Dippet was getting flustered. And the Headmaster lied to me when he said no one was staying here last year. He will pay.

"You really should let the children stay here that want to, Headmaster. You do them a great disservice."

Surprising. No one had ever taken my side before on that issue.

The headmaster sputtered.

He was getting there.

"I could take some children with me on my trip. This school doesn't have enough field trips at all."

The Headmaster's jaw dropped.

"The school doesn't have any field trips!"

Almost there.

"No? That's not good. Well I'll gather children to come with me anyways this summer."

And he has reached the level of bafflement.

"You can't do that-"

Wait a moment, what did Potter just say again?

"Sure I can! I just need to ask their parent's permission and I can do anything I want in the summer. You don't have any authorities than Headmaster."

I joined the Headmaster in bafflement.

"I'll start making some permission forms up! Thank you for the idea Headmaster."

And Harry Potter cheerfully walked off humming. There are times when I admire that man.