Harry scowled and threw an arm over his eyes. Bloody fucking Riddle. The more he thought about it the more irritated Harry became. What a self-absorbed prat. Why couldn’t Harry have someone else to talk to about the future? Riddle was the worst, and that was without taking into account his massive propensity for evil. Harry really needed to make some friends in this timeline. Maybe it had been a mistake to spend all of his free time stalking Riddle instead of socializing like a normal person.