Chapter One: Legal Beginnings
In the dead of the night, a baby cried for his mother. Lily Potter never heard her son's cries, nor did her husband, James Potter. They were dead. The baby, Harry, was left on his own on the front steps of his only living relatives.
Petunia Dursley opened the door to get the paper and saw a baby on the ground. She was about to call for her husband, Vernon Dursley, but closed her mouth thoughtfully instead. She hurried into the house, grabbed her keys, and rushed out the door again. She knew exactly who this was. Her nephew, Harry. As a muggle with a witch for a sister and an utter hatred for the magical world, she had no problems with dumping the boy at an orphanage.
She drove 4 hours to an orphanage, grabbed Harry roughly and dropped him on the doorstep without even ringing the bell. The cook, Mrs. June, would find him soon enough on her way to work. The baby didn't even notice when Petunia drove away.
Lord Voldemort smiled at the woman who answered the door. A muggle. This would only be all too easy. He had placed a tracking charm on the boy. It amused him greatly that everyone thought him dead. No. He was only in hiding. Besides why would he die when his son needed him? Son. Hmmm. That sounded strange in his mind. Yes, the idea was brilliant. Waiting until the boy was grown. Waiting to turn Dumbledore's plans inside out. They probably hadn't even noticed that young Harry was missing, and with luck they never would, but Lord Voldemort told himself that he didn't need luck. No. None was needed when you had talent. "Yes? Can I help you sir?" Lord Voldemort resisted the idea of simply taking the boy. But no. This had to be completely legal. He smirked as he replied, "Yes, actually. I am here to adopt a boy that I recently became aware of." "Wonderful. Mr….?" "Riddle" he replied with amusement. Apparently, his muggle father was good for something after all. In no time Harry James Potter became Roble Ryan Riddle.