Hi there (^^)/,
Fourth Happy-Birthday-to-me fic already! And this time it's Harry x Tom Riddle Jr.! (First venture into the pairing, yay!) It's going to be quite the long ride, be prepared.
Also in case you are reading any of my other stories, don't worry I won't abandon any of them. In fact now that it's holiday I might actually have time to update them. Thank you for your patience!
Warning: Slash, Mpreg (that's in distant future for now), Evil!Dumbledore... I can't think of more at the moment. I'll add them as I go.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does... I only own the Harry Potter books on my shelf (OnO)
… Lost in Time …
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
You-Know-Who.
The Dark Lord.
There are many ways to call the one most of the wizarding populace of Britain fears. Many alternatives to avoid saying the name and title the man has chosen for himself.
Lord Voldemort.
Everyone knows that name, even if they don't use it.
Only very few, however, know what name is hidden inside that moniker. The name the wizard was born with.
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
A child of Merope Gaunt, a pure-blood witch from a prominent family. A family that belonged to the "Sacred Twenty-Eight" in fact, the twenty-eight magical families that were still considered entirely pure at the start of the century.
One cannot be surprised to hear that Merope's father Marvolo, a pure-blood supremacist, was enraged when he learned of his daughter's affair with a muggle called Tom Riddle. That he was enraged even more so when he got to know that she became pregnant.
It was to be expected.
It was however not only Marvolo Gaunt who had been enraged to hear of Merope's pregnancy.
No.
There was another man.
One whose agenda was not to care about the purity of the Gaunt bloodline.
On the other hand it had all to do with the fact that the Gaunt line was descended from that of Salazar Slytherin. He very much did not like the idea of the Slytherin line continuing.
It had been this man who had set Merope's older brother up for a murder of a muggle.
He had thought that if Morfin Gaunt was sent to Azkaban that he'd be damaged from his stay there. That that way the Slytherin line would finally end.
After all there weren't many who returned from Azkaban and the "lucky" few who did never returned undamaged.
He had been so very sure it would be enough.
However the child Merope was carrying meant that it was not.
What a misfortune.
Not all days were over though, for there were two "well-known secrets" about the House of Gaunt.
The first being the fact that their descendant was Salazar Slytherin himself and thus the entire line were able to speak in Parseltongue. The second being that they were not as traditionally "pure-blooded" as old Marvolo Gaunt claimed.
And it was that second secret which he knew about Gaunts that the enraged man used to his advantage.
The fact that the the entire line that made up the House of Gaunt, was in fact heavily inter-bred with Veelas and as such all children of the family showed quite a few of their traits. Need for a mate was one of them.
The muggle named Tom Riddle had been Merope's mate and he was also the reason she used love potions to keep the man to her, in her weakened mind she saw the fact that he was a muggle as a disadvantage. She had been told all her life how muggles are inferior to them. What if destiny was not enough? What if her Veela allure was not enough to keep him to her? That had been her mistake.
Riddle Senior being muggle made their connection no less fragile than it would have been with a wizard. After all, even Veela and wizard are not truly same species to begin with.
When it became apparent that love potions were used on him however he grew to distrust the Veela and as soon as the effect of the potions disappeared he ran away. One could not even blame him. He had in fact had feelings for young Merope, watching her from afar and having spoken to her a few times, before her Veela inheritance came to play.
The fact that she used underhanded methods to keep him to her however showed him that she was not quite who he thought her to be.
After Tom's hasty departure Merope had been struck by Veela Depression. She lived only long enough to give birth to their son.
Tom Marvolo Riddle, she named the boy, just before she died.
Tom was born a wizard, a male who could use magic.
He was born a half-blood, his father was a muggle after all.
Tom was also born a Veela just as his mother was, his Veela blood no less diluted by the muggle blood than his grandfather claimed it to be.
He was a Veela and every Veela had a mate which had been chosen for them somewhere.
And indeed, it had been that fact that the enraged man used.
He had searched for almost three years before he found just the right spell which would eventually send the last of the Slytherin line on a downward spiral of madness.
He had done one of the worst and darkest rituals to have ever been created against a Veela.
The man sent Tom's mate fifty years into the future.
A mate who was to be the eagerly expected second child of the Potter family, the sibling for their only son Charlus.
A mate who had been sent two generations down his line and became Harry Potter.
A mate who became a twin to the child James and Lily Potter were only supposed to have at the time.
The plan came into fruition.
And Albus Dumbledore couldn't be happier.
Tadah!
What do you think so far? Constructive criticism welcomed!
See ya~ ( "-.-)/
