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IMPORTANT: For this story I'm making it that everything in their sixth year happened in their fifth year. That includes the half-blood prince's book (5th year addition) and Dumbledore's lessons with Harry, so they know about horcruxes and stuff.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will ever own Harry Potter.
Prologue
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office staring at his new invention. He debated with himself whether or not to use it as he thought of his situation.
He had already told Harry Potter everything about Tom Riddle, the boy who would become the Dark Lord, Voldemort. He thought of the horcruxes; two had been destroyed, but five remain. The horcrux diary was destroyed by an unknowing Harry when he was twelve, and in the Chamber of Secrets. He destroyed Marvolo Gaunt's ring himself, which is also one of the Deathly Hallows, the Resurrection Ring. He stared at his disfigured and blackened hand, and remembered the temptation to see Ariana, his mother and father. He had his suspicions as to where the Slytherin's locket was and he had theories on the others, except one. The situation was dangerous, and he knew he did not have much time left.
Albus felt that it was up to him to change Tom Marvolo Riddle's life. He seized his new invention from its place on his desk and vanished to a different time and a different place.
Albus appeared in Little Hangleton and faced the esteemed Riddle House. His attire was unappealing, and many gawked in disbelief at the man with long white hair and wizard's robes heading up the walk to the Riddle House, home to perfectly normal people.
Albus faced the door of the manor with its large golden knocked. He used it and waited for someone to answer. A young man with dark black hair and dark brown eyes answered the door. His skin was pale without looking sickly and he stood tall at six foot, he was an exact image of perfection. He sneered at Albus in disgust.
"What do you want?" Tom Riddle asked reproachfully and with a tone of rudeness.
"If I am correct the day is December 31st, 1962?" Albus asked politely and with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes. Tom Riddle was taken aback at this comment and nodded his head slightly while staring at Albus curiously.
"Ah, good, good," Albus said, "Them I must inform you that your son, Tom Marvolo Riddle was born today at Wool's Orphange. Merope Gaunt birthed him, and died. She named him after you. I am here to ask you to retrieve him, and give him a good life."
"I knew you were off your rocker, no doubt by your clothes, but this!" Tom Riddle harshly yelled. He had never met this man, but here he was talking about Merope Gaunt, like they were old friends. Merope is his past; he is never going back to that evil enchantress and kidnapper. Her name haunted him and his infatuation with her was gone nine months ago. He had no desire to even look upon his newborn son; he wanted any reminder of Merope gone. He slammed the door in Albus' face and ran away from the door.
Albus knew Tom Riddle Sr. was a lost cause. He grabbed his invention from his beard and sent himself back to his normal time as a new, but insane, idea sparked in his mind.
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-Simply Paranoia