PROLOGE
Tom Riddle Sr. stood at the entrance of a small cottage in Godric's Hollow. He saw a flame-haired woman rocking his son.
His son
They had took him. The Order had took him and placed glamor on him so he would look like a Potter. He sneered at the name. That was the name of a half-blood. The name of a stupid regular wizard who would be the standard cookie-cutout of a wizard. But he wasn't.
He was a prince.
And once Tom got Harrison Regulus Salazar-Riddle back, Tom and his wife could raise him as the prince that he was. Not the filthy blood-trator that he would be. Tom blew the front wall open, having a flair for the dramatic. He heard James scream something about taking Lily running away, and immediately followed the noise. James fired giant bursts of half-hearted "Crucio!", unaware it wasn't harming him the slightest. He fired a swift, sleek, "Avada Kadabra!" and James was on the floor, dying slowly. Lily cradled little Harrison, ( or as the Potter's named him, Harry ) hiding him.
She grew incredibly defensive, yelling constantly and feverishly.
"You can't have him! You'd kill him! You'd make him awful! I'll never give him up! NEVER!"
Tom cringed at the shrill yelling, it reminded him of Moaning Myrtle or a banshee with fire-colored hair.
"Hand over Harrison, you'll be saved if you do." She still cradled Harrison, and screamed. "OVER MY DEAD BODY!"
Tom smiled, and said, "As you wish, Mrs. Potter." He then screamed, "AVADA KADABRA!" and suddenly, Lily was dead.
Tom picked up the baby boy, and held him. Suddenly, the rest of the house was aflame. There, standing, was almost all of the Order. 'Hello, Voldemort,"
a man with a stupidly long beard and grey eyes said, standing.
The next thing Tom knew, an "Avada Kadabra!" was thrown to the child in his arms. But the curse immediately shot off of Harrison and shot towards Tom. Tom dodged it, and grabbed a bundle of cloth, thinking it was Harrison. In reality, the real Harrison was already taken.
TIME SKIPPPPP
Harrison laid in a small cradle, on the front of a doorstep. The scar, showcasing in the very middle of his small forehead. A note lay on the infant's stomach.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
I am very sorry to inform you that Lily and James Potter, your in-laws, are now dead. The most infamous dark wizard, Lord Voldemort, tried to kill Harry, your nephew, and killed Lily and James in the process.
Fortunately, Harry survived by rebounding the curse, somehow. I now place him the care of you two and Harry's cousin Dudley. Enclose, are 200 pounds for you to get Harry basic supplies for an infant of his size and age.
Good day,
Albus Percival Brian Dumbledor