Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Ok, this was inspired by Erasing History written by the genius, Padawan Lynne. She's seriously an amazing writer and her stories are just so real.
SO IF YOU'RE READING THIS PADAWAN LYNNE, HURRY UP AND UPDATE! :)
This was inspired by that part where Charles (Harry's grandfather) asks him if he'd kill Voldemort if he was there when he was a baby and knew what he was going to do later on.
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Harry sighed as he stared at the broken time turner. He had only wanted to go back an hour... But as always, Fate had another idea. The salty air rushed up to greet him as he walked forward toward a very rugged building on the edge of the sea.
Then he realized where he was. After all, how could he forget the place where his mentor was almost drug under the sea by Inferi? How could he forget the place where his enemies roots were embedded in the sand and rocks like a one hundred year old tree?
The Boy Who Lived felt his eyes widen in shock and disbelief as he saw a worn, poor, and pregnant woman crawled up the chipped stairs and pound on the door. "P-please! Please, help! HELP ME, PLEASE! My baby is being born!"
No one answered the door. So Harry, always playing the hero, ran over to the woman and helped her lie down. "Err,,, Need some help?"
"No..." She replied sarcastically until she saw her savior leave. "I mean... YES! PLEASE!"
Harry turned back and knelt by the woman's side, desperatly wishing Hermione or Madame Pomfrey were there to help instead of him. "Uhh... Ok? I really have no idea how to do this so... I guess I probably shouldn't faint huh?" Harry said trying to add some humor to the situation.
The woman just glared and Harry took his place where he was the most help.
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After about six hours of labor and a hormonally stressed out Slytherin woman screaming at him, Harry finally delivered the baby without passing out. He looked at the baby and then turned to hand the exausted woman back her baby, but she said, "Get that horrible thing away from me! I don't want it. But call him Tom Marvolo Riddle, after his daddy."
The Boy Who Lived nodded, expecting this, but a little freaked out that she already new the gender, and ditched the lady on the staircase. He went behind the building and could only stare at the baby in his arms. This is what his greatest enemy started out as? A cute little defenseless baby wrapped up in a makeshift blanket, abandoned by his mother, Merope.
But wait... If this was Voldemort... Couldn't he just kill him now and safe millions of lives?
He looked down at the baby again. But this wasn't Voldemort. This was a baby with problems from the very start. A poor defenseless baby boy, with absolutly no intention of killing anyone. No, he couldn't kill him.
Tom started to cry bloody murder and Harry just shrugged. "Well, I guess I can do the future a favor." The man grinned. "Tom Potter does have a nice ring to it..."
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Well, that was kinda weird. R&R
kirby