Apparently exam stress is bad for me and I forgot to put the intro in. So basically this starts in the graveyard at the end of the goblet of fire and is AU from there, but it contains spoilers from book 7.
DISCLAIMER: All credit goes to the amazing JK Rowling, anything you recognise belongs to her.
A/N: This is basically going to be evil Dumbledore and possibly Weasleys. Tell me who you want and I'll try to put it in :)
Harry Potter stood alone in a grave yard full of death eaters with no wand. Looking into the red eyes of Lord Voldemort desperately looking for a way to escape. "Tonight you die, Harry Potterrr…" Voldemort hissed "tonight I get my revenge."
Harry didn't move, just continued to stare into the glinting eyes of the Dark Lord. Finally he replied. "I don't think so Tom" He smirked.
"Don't call me that" the Dark Lord screeched. Then regaining his composure, he laughed. "not that it matters of course, you will be dead very soon." He stalked forward, until he was almost leaning against Harry, and reached out to stroke the scar. The second the long bony finger made contact with the scar however, Voldemort froze; a look of pure terror filling his eyes and then, quite suddenly, he smiled. Not his usual smirk, or the smile that promised to torture you until you begged for mercy and then a little bit more torture, purely because he found it fun, but a real genuine smile came over the features of his snake like face. It was the most terrifying thing Harry had ever seen.
Lord Voldemort turned to his followers. "There has been a change of plan" he hissed at them. "We will return to the manor. Mr Potter is to remain unharmed." He stared at them, almost daring them to disagree.
Voldemort whipped around to face Harry, and the last thing he heard was a scream of "stupefy" before he passed out.
Harry woke in a small cell. He looked blearily around, as he realised someone had taken his glasses. He didn't even bother to look for his wand.
"Oh good, you're up." Harry whipped his head round so fast that his neck cracked and he winced in pain. The man shoved his glasses onto his face and Harry's mouth fell open in shock, as stood before him was a sight he never expected to see again. The boy from the diary. However, after the initial shock had worn off, Harry realised that there were subtle differences between this man and the Tom Riddle he had seen in his second year. First, that Riddle had piercing red eyes, and secondly that Riddle was much younger. This Riddle, although still hansom, must have been in his late thirties with slight lines around his eyes and streaks of grey through his black hair.
"What happened to you?" Harry finally managed to stutter out.
Riddle laughed. His laugh was softer than last nights, less high and harsh. He smiled, and this time his smile didn't inspire fear. Tom Riddle had one of the most charming smiles Harry had ever seen. "That, my dearest Harry, is a very long story." Riddle replied quietly, "and one that should not be heard on an empty stomach." "Topsy" he called clapping his hands. There was a pop, and a house elf appeared. "How can Topsy be serving master Dark Lordy Voldemort sir?"
"Light breakfast please Topsy, as quickly as possible please"
"Of course master Lordy Voldemort sir" and the elf vanished with a pop.
The elf returned with a platter of food, which she left on a small table Riddle had conjured up, as well as two large chairs. Harry glanced at the food suspiciously.
"Eat child, if I had wished to have harmed you I would have done so already." Harry nodded and began to fill a plate.
When Harry had eaten his fill, he pushed the plate away from him and looked at Riddle expectantly.
"So tell me Mr Potter, what do you know about horcruxes?"
A/N: plz review