AN: Before I being, I would like to note that this story is not slash. None of my future stories will be.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. and Warner Brothers. No infringement has been intended.
Prologue
Harry Potter did not like Halloweens.
On the whole, the holiday was pretty spectacular. He could not complain of the sweets flowing on the tables in the Great Hall, or the delicious feast that was currently waiting to be eaten. He would not deny that the festive attitude that permeated the castle was to be despised.
Harry and Halloweens never mixed. Never had.
His parents were murdered; a troll was sent loose and almost killed his best friend; the Chamber of Secrets was opened his innocent-but-escaped-from-Azkaban-convict godfather broke into the school; and just last year his name came out of the Goblet of Fire. For some reason, he just knew that this Halloween was bound to be bad.
Perhaps Voldemort would attack? Or Sirius would be caught by Dementors? Or maybe that horrid Umbridge woman would-
"What's wrong, Harry?"
Hermione Granger's voice broke through his thoughts of doom. Green eyes met brown and Harry gave a weak smile.
"Nothing."
Ron scoffed. "He's probably wondering what this Halloween will bring. Hopefully nothing too bad. Don't want you to get too maimed."
"Ron, be nice!" Hermione chided.
Harry rolled his eyes as the crowd hushed; Professor Dumbledore stood.
The man appeared agitated. His face was pale and his twinkling blue eyes swiped across the student body with much gravity. He looked right at Harry and only two words passed through the young wizard's head, "Oh shit."
"We live in a world where the impossible happens everyday. Magic fulfills the answer to nearly everything that we experience in this school and out in the world. However, we, witches and wizards, still do not have a firm grasp of what magic can do. Just recently I came face-to-face with an event that leaves me baffled."
By now students were shooting curious glances at each other and little pockets of whispers were heard. Harry was just trying to remain breathing.
"At the end of 1926, two boys, magical and identical twins were separated by magic's mysterious workings. The one was sent fifty-two years into the future, while the other remained in his proper place. They grew up, one not knowing of the others existence, and he more than likely never would. His brother, on the other hand, was searching.
"I am sure our own Weasley twins can vouch for me, magical twins are not meant to be separated by such a distance. They always find a way to be together. This here is the case."
Oh no. Harry closed his eyes, trying to keep his face calm. This cannot be happening.
From out of the side room stepped a tall, dark haired handsome wizard of fifteen years.
Dressed in Slytherin robes, and with a pleasant smile on his face, dark eyes narrowed onto a glaring Harry.
Ginny Weasley had gone white with fear, while Ron and Hermione were quickly drawing the conclusions.
"Harry," she whispered to her friend. "Is that who I think it is?"
The wizard only nodded.
"Bastard."
If the situation were not so grave, her friend's would have chided the witch for her language.
Breath, Harry. He's not going to do anything. Just breath. Talk to him later.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, blue eyes critically watching the boy. "May I introduce a student from the past who will be joining us here permanately: Tom Riddle."
So this is my first Fanfiction. Any constructive advice or criticism is appreciated. I should have the first chapter up soon.