The Dark Prince

By: Alexsis Potter-Snape

Summery: AU: Halloween 1981 a fateful day in history, Tom Riddle killed the Potter's but failed to kill their son. But what if he never tried to kill Harry. What if instead he took the boy as his son?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize in the story. I am not gaining any profit from this story. I am writing out of the boredom that I now find myself in.

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Chapter 1:

A New Beginning

It was Halloween and James Potter sat on his living room floor playing with his one-year-old son. It was all he could do to keep his mind off the situation that he found him self in. He wished he could take his son out to play in the park. He wished that he and Lily could sleep at night knowing that they would wake up safely the next morning.

"Daddy," A tiny voice said as a tiny hand held out a block.

James smiled at his son as he took and placed the block at the top of the stack, only to see the small tower fall.

Harry stuck out his bottom lip and started to whimper at the loss of the masterpiece that he and his daddy had built.

"Harry It's okay we can build it back. It's nothing to cry about." James reached over the fallen tower and picked up his son to comfort him.

"JAMES!" Lily called from the kitchen across the hall where she was cooking dinner, "Can you come here?"

James smiled and whispered to Harry, "I wonder what Mummy wants. Lets go see." He stood up and walked to where his wife Stood looking out the window.

"What's wrong?" James asked bouncing Harry on his hip.

"Is Peter supposed to be coming tonight?" Lily asked slowly.

James stared at her, "No. He came already this week. Why do you ask?"

Lily turned white as a ghost at her husband's words.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

James' eyes widened. He kissed his son on the forehead and handed him to his wife, "Lily it's him. Take Harry and run."

Lily took her son and ran not looking back. She heard the front door being he blown of its hinges as she ran up the stairs to the closet where James kept his invisibility cloak. She had to get Harry out. She heard the duel going downstairs as she pulled the cloak from its place.

She bent down and whispered," I'll come back I promise, I love you Harry." Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she wrapped him in the cloak.

"Avada Kedavra," a flash of green light and a loud thud. James was dead she knew it. She ran to the other end of the hallway when she heard him walking up the steps. As the dark lord reached the top of the stairs he spotted the woman.

Lily stared at him. The man that killed he husband. The man that looked so much like her husband. The man that haunted her dreams ever since she was a child. With tears streaming down her face, she reached into her pocket for her wand to find it wasn't there.

"Ah Lily, my dear sweet Daughter. Where is your Darling son?"

"Eat Shit you heartless bastard. Stay away from my son."

"I'll let you go if you tell me where he is. After all why would I kill my own child? Just give me my grandson and you can go free."

Lily was desperately searching for her wand. "Never! I'll never give you Harry!"

"So be it. Avada Kedavra."

Tom hated to kill needlessly. Why couldn't people just do as he asked? He looked sadly at the body of his daughter and whispered, "Stupid girl you could have lived." He thought that she and her mother would have been safe those many years ago when he left his family. He had planned to return and hopefully one day Lily, his daughter, would join him. But as so many other great plans did, it had ended in failure when Maria had died and Lily was adopted by muggles. "Stupid girl."

Tom knew that the boy was somewhere and that if he stood here silently long enough the child would eventually cry for his mother. Tom didn't have to wait long before he heard the sad cry.

"Mummy."

Tom smiled. And walked to where the sound had come from.

"Daddy?"

Tom reached down and pulled the cloak away from the child.

He reached down and picked the baby up. " Your Mummy kept you from me for a while, but." he looked down at the child that belonged to the amazing Potter's. He was snuggling in to his shoulder. He couldn't kill this child. How could anyone think that he would kill this child?

Tom reached down and grabbed the cloak and threw it over his arm before he shifted the baby to his hip. The quickly walked up the hall and in to the nursery and picked up the stuffed bear and blanket that were in the crib, and grabbed the diaper bag that was sitting by the door.

"Who you?" Harry asked him quietly.

"I am your Father now, and you, you are my son." Tom smiled and wrapped the baby in the blanket and invisibility cloak. He shrunk the baby bag and toy bear and shoved them in his pocket. With a loud pop he apparated away from the house to a large Castle in northern Scotland.

He carried the boy into his throne room and called for a house elf.

A small house elf dressed in a small robe that had the Dark mark imprinted on the back walked in. She bowed and said, "What can Molly do for master?"

Tom pulled the cloak of the baby and tossed it over to the elf. "I need that cleaned and returned to me. I also need some food that is suitable for a one year old to eat and I need you to prepare the room that is next to mine for a baby."

The Elf bounced excitedly when she spotted the baby on her master's lap and virtually skipped out of the room in joy.

After she left, Tom restored the diaper bad to its normal size and opened it to find it stocked with a book, three diapers, some crackers, a small toy truck, an extra blanket, and a set of clothes. Quickly zipped the bag up.

Tom looked at the now sleeping baby in his arms; he knew that he had to name him, but what? "Adrian?" the small child opened his eyes at the name. Tom smiled, "You like that don't you? For a middle name what about Maddox?" the baby started to pull away as another house elf arrived with the food.

"Millie has brought you baby food Sir. Where would sir like it?"

Tom beckoned the creature to him, "I need you to feed little Adrian for me."

The little house elf smiled, "Millie will be glad to Sir." She ran over to him and took the baby from his outstretched arms.

"Millie?"

"Yes Master?"

"What do you think of him?"

The elf was taken aback. Master had never asked her a question before; "He is very handsome my lord and I sense that he is very powerful as well."

Tom nodded and watched as the elf picked up the blanket, bear, and bag and took the child to the kitchens. As the doors closed Tom stood up and walked to the front of the house and called for the current Death Eater on duty.

He was some low life not important enough to be remembered, "Hold out your arm." Tom commanded.

The Death Eater did as he was told.

Tom grabbed a tight hold on the man's arm and watched him writhe in pain.

When he heard the first pop of his incoming Death Eaters he let go and walked back to his throne and sat down. For the next few moments he watched as the room filled to full capacity.

"My Servants tonight is a glorious night. Tonight the Potter's are dead."

Cheers filled the room.

"Yes that is wonderful isn't it? What is Dumbledore going to do with out his precious Gryffindor Potter?" He paused then called out,

"Severus."

One of the men near the front of the room stepped forward. "Do you know any names Severus?"

Severus was taken aback, "yes Master I do. I know many names."

Tom smirked, "give me a few."

Severus new better than to question, "Brendan, Sloan, Marco, Calvin, Vladimir, Mil."

Tom held up a hand to silence him, "that is enough Severus."

He bowed and walked back to his spot in the crowd

"Tonight is joyous night, " he smiled, "you may all leave." The hall stood silent as the watched Lord Voldemort leave. After he left they did the same all slightly frightened.

Tom walked into the kitchens and looked around for Millie and his baby. When he spotted them he walked quickly to them. "Is he fed?"

Millie looked up at her master. "Yes sir and he is Changed as well."

Tom reached down and picked up the boy. He held him to his chest carefully. He was about to leave the kitchens when Millie asked a question.

"Master? Is Adrian now young master of the house?"

Tom looked at her, "Yes."

"What is Adrian's full name sir so that it might be embroidered in to his blanked Master?"

Tom smiled as his new son yawned, "Adrian Vladimir Riddle. You shall call him Young Master Adrian, make that clear to the rest of the Elves as well." He turned to leave when he remembered something, "Millie?"

"Yes Master?"

"Is his room finished?"

The elf smiled. "Yes sir it is."

Tom carried the now sleeping child up the stairs of the now quiet Castle. He climbed four flights then turned right down a lit corridor. He walked to the end of the hall and opened the door that was on the right hand side.

In side the room was decorated in green and had a crib in the corner, a book shelf fully stocked next to a rocking chair and a load of other stuff that is need to care for a baby. Not to mention the toys that were in the room. Tom walked over to the crib and laid the baby in side. He pulled the blanket that was hanging over the side off and covered the child. He knew that he wasn't going to be a parent like this child was used to having but he was going to be his father. He was going to care for his grandson as if he were his own, and Adrian was going to be his heir; that was all there was to it. Only his most loyal would know of his existence until he reached the age of Seventeen when he would be announced as his heir. Announced to the world as Adrian Vladimir Riddle, Son of Lord Voldemort.

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