Summary: If fools could dream a dream so vile, then there would be no need for the poisoned tongues of gods on earth. In which an accidental potion sends a five year old Harry to a budding dark lord. PRE-SLASH. LIKE, REALLY, REALLY PRE-SLASH. Sort-of parental!TR

Prologue

Tom was currently staring at the thing (the boy, his mind so helpfully amended) which was staring at him right back. The boy was short, with an unruly mane of black hair that was the complete opposite of the Slytherin's own immaculate locks, an overly large shirt which was slightly ripped covered the boy's lanky frame, and what was the most impressive feature of the child was the Avada Kedavra green eyes which were framed by long dark lashes.

"Child, speak your name and age." he commanded.

The child merely blinked, before replying with "Uhm, I'm Harry Potter, sir. And I'm five years old."

Well, at least the child was polite. A Potter, hm? Must be some relative of that Griffindor Charles. The fifth year Slytherin prefect still could not believe how it came to pass. He was making a drought of Bloodwood before the cauldron exploded. The last ingredient he added was the… hair of the Thestral. He was going to kill Rabastan! It took him three full moons' worth, not to mention the rare components necessary to create this and now it was wasted due to a wrong ingredient brought in by an imbecile.

The dark wizard would have left the almost empty classroom in search for the fool were it not for the slight tug on his magic. How curious. He went back to the scruffy looking boy and drew out his magic. Slowly, the boy's own magic, a cool green in contrast to his dark red, seeped out and entwined with his own. How very… interesting. "Child, where are your parents?" he asked.

"Dead, sir."

Odd, for a child to have both magical parents dead at his age, they must have died due to the war. "And who are you staying with?"

"I live with my uncle and aunt at Private Drive" Privet Drive? How foreign, unless… Muggles. Figures they were the ones who would put the child in that horrendous outfit. But no matter, the Slytherin dipped his wand twice and what the overgrown shirt the child was wearing turned into clothes that actually fit him.

"Come along." And Harry Potter went with him.

A/N: Yes, I'm aware that young Harry Potter is five years old. Yes, this is pre-slash (between TR and HP, if it wasn't clear enough). And no, there will be no pedophilia. The reason that I'm giving a warning that it is Pre-slash is that the purpose of this story is to serve as a prequel to another story I'm working on (which is Slash). So if anyone here does not think that slash is their cup of tea, don't worry, this story can be read as a stand alone. This one will focus on the genre: General/ Family of our two boys. On another note, next chapter will be longer, I promise! I should be able to put it up after a day or two. Just needs minor fixing up.

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