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DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: What if Voldemort didn't want to kill Harry, just train him to be just as strong as he is? What if Lily and James were alive and kicking, and had 2 kids? How can Harry live a life, where he thinks that Voldemort is his father, and the wizarding world thinks that Harry Potter is dead? Read to find out!
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"Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" James Potter's voice yelled.
She took Harry and ran upstairs hoping that she would be safe there, but suddenly the door burst open.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" She desperately pleaded.
"Stand aside, you silly girl.stand aside.stand aside now." Voldemort sneered.
"Not Harry! Please.Please have mercy!" She cried out.
"I won't kill the boy if you give him to me!" He snapped.
"Not Harry! Kill me instead!" She yelled.
"Accio Harry Potter," Riddle waved his wand and Harry floated toward him.
"Noooo." Lily screeched. She knew she was powerless against him, her wand was downstairs.
"Good day to you, Mrs. Potter. You'll never see the boy again." He crackled evilly and fled into the darkness.
Years passed and a boy named Jefferson Riddle grew up in the care of his father Tom Riddle who he learned magic from and learned pain and suffering.
We now come to present day; Jefferson is a mean and healthy 14-year-old boy.
Jefferson woke up to the light shining into his window. He had jet black hair that was very tidy and was kept neatly combed; his glowing green eyes who as bright as ever. Jefferson got up and put on his dark green robes wondering what he was going to eat for breakfast that morning. But for some reason Jefferson had never gone to Hogwarts, which Draco Malfoy had told him about. Draco was just about his age and usually came over during the long and boring summer. He walked off into the dinning hall and saw his father already eating.
"Good morning father," Jefferson said tonelessly.
"Good morning." Voldemort glanced up at his son who was taking a seat at the other end of the very long table and serving him self some toast and bacon.
"How did the Muggle raid go last night father?" He asked biting into his toast.
"Very well, we killed 50 Muggles. The Ministry is having a field today," Voldemort crackled evilly.
Jefferson nodded. There was something about him that his father didn't know. He had this day dream were he had gone to Hogwarts and had friends, and was pretty happy there too. In those dreams he had kissed a girl and they had gone on a date. But when he told Draco he just laughed and he had told him that was very childish.
"Father, about those Potters', have you gotten them killed yet?" Jefferson asked very interested. The Potters' had been trying to kill his father for sometime now, and one time Jefferson had gone to a local Muggle town to buy chocolate for himself he had met Lily Potter who seemed very interested in him. Jefferson of course, who had been taught good manors, asked what she was looking at. Lily Potter just burst into tears and left. It was something he secretly wondered in his dreams. She seemed so familiar.but he just couldn't put his finger onto it.
"No, not yet that stupid crackpot old fool Dumbledore is keeping them safe," He said with a lot of disgust in his voice.
"Father," Jefferson said suddenly. "Would it be alright if I went to Hogwarts? I could be a good use there. Maybe I could get one of the Potter to join our side."
Voldemort looked at his son thoughtfully and considered it. "Fine, go then. It would be good for you to see what it's like in that horrible place. Oh, and happy birthday," He replied. "Since it's your birthday, you'll be going to Diagon Alley to find a birthday present.
"Thank you very much father." Jefferson said again blankly. He had been told never to express his happiness in front of other people.
Getting up from the table, he walked quickly into his room but on his journey he met Mrs. Malfoy.
"Hello there Mrs. Malfoy," He gave her a smiled. "How are you today?"
She beamed at him, her blonde hair tied back in an elegant bun and her dark blue dress-robes hanging beautifully at her side. "I'm doing very well today Jefferson, I'm just heading down into the dungeons to make some power drought for you father. Would you like to join me?"
"No thank you Mrs. Malfoy, I'll help you later all right?" Jefferson replied and continued his journey down the lifeless hallway to his bedroom.
His bedroom was painted a dark blue. He had a huge comfortable bed, his very own bathroom that had marble floor. It was something he liked about his room. But something that made him think his room was unique was the huge window that showed everything bellow him and far into the Muggle town that lie far ahead of him.
Getting ready quickly and checking to make sure his hair was neat he checked his watch and saw that it was time to go. Grabbing his wallet, he went into the Riddle manor's lobby to wait for Mr. Malfoy. When Mr. Malfoy arrived they left the house walking to a field a few miles away from the house.
"How are we getting to Diagon Alley sir?" Jefferson asked.
"By port-key of course, the ministry was kind enough to let me borrow one." He sneered and picked up an old looking Coke can from the ground. "Touch it already! We don't have all day boy!"
Quickly Jefferson touched it, Mr. Malfoy counted down, "Three, two., one," And suddenly they landed in an alley.
Scrambling up from the ground, Jefferson noticed Mr. Malfoy snickering. "I'm sorry sir," He apologized.
"Here is some gold that your father gave me," Mr. Malfoy handed Jefferson a bag full of heavy gold. "Also, he said that you may wonder around on your own and while you are, I have to be shopping for your school supplies. Dumbledore knows that you're coming, I was given the letter a few minutes before we left."
"All right," Jefferson said softly. "Can we meet back here for lunch?"
"Yes, around 12. And you are not allowed to use magic do you understand?" Mr. Malfoy eyed him as if he had committed a crime. Jefferson was very powerful and had been taught ancient spells that hardly anyone knew. He knew how to control weather and how to drain all the water in the Atlantic Ocean.
"Of course," he promised, and walked into the Leaky Cauldron asking the bar tender to let him into Diagon Alley. Jefferson had only gone there once before in his life, when he was nine. It had been on an invasion with over 200 Death Eaters who had destroyed half the shops and killed over 50 people. He could still remember that day perfectly, the screams of people dying still rung in his ears.
Walking into Diagon Alley was very interesting and all the shops interested him a lot. Deciding to go into a book shop, he quickly spotted one and walked into it. The shop was very busy, Gilderoy Lockhart's new book was out but that didn't interest Jefferson. He walked into a corner with books on Defense Against the Dark Arts section. Jefferson wasn't paying attention were he was going and bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry, didn't see you there. Are you all right?" He looked down to spot a girl with busy brown hair and she seemed to have dropped her books that were scattered all over the place. "Let me help you collect your books."
"Thank you, I'm fine," she said in sort of bossy voice. The fall must of hurt because her eyes were full of tears.
Quickly collecting her books he gave them to her.
"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl stuck out her hand. "I'm going to be a fifth year at Hogwarts."
"I'm Jefferson Riddle," Jefferson shook her hand. "I'm going to be in fifth year also. I'm just joining his year because my father wouldn't let me earlier." He wished that he hadn't said that as soon as the words left his mouth.
"I'm off to meet my friends Ginny Weasley and Harriet Potter, thank you for getting my books!" Hermione waved and walked off.
Jefferson was in total shock. That was the first girl his age he had talked to out side of his own house. Feeling a bit happier, he glanced down at the books and quickly decided on one called, "The History of Dark Arts, a two- in-one book that also contains One hundred and one Defense Spells" Running to the cash register he paid for the book and left the store. Walking to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlor he sat down at a table and looked around. Spotting James Potter sitting a few tables away, he glared at him. James Potter was talking to a boy just under his age and they were both eating ice-cream happily.
"Dad, tell me more about our older brother Harry who You-know-who took away!" The boy demanded. "Well what can I say? He would be just about fifteen around know.his birthday is today mind you," James Potter replied.
"Cool! Can we go looking for him?" The boy asked.
Jefferson snorted. He had heard about this Potter boy, but whenever he questioned his father about it, he would just brush it off.
"No, Harold," James Potter replied. "He's most likely not with us anymore. Voldemort must have killed him."
Now that was a statement that he knew that wasn't true. Getting up, he walked away making sure that he walked in front of them and glaring. But as things always back fire, the young Potter boy laughed at him. "What you glaring at?"
"Nothing," Jefferson glared at him.
"Who are you?" Harold said rudely.
"I'm Jefferson Riddle," He introduced. "And you are.?"
"Harold Potter," The boy replied. "Do you have any relation to old Moldy warts?"
"What do you mean? Who is this Moldy warts?" He asked in confusion.
"You-know-who,"
"No, I don't know who,"
"Yes, you do,"
"No, I don't,"
"It's Voldemort," James Potter finally ended the quarrel.
"N-n-no," Jefferson stuttered. He had always been bad at lying.
"That's settles it then, come along Harold. We're going to your mother," He stood up and led Harold off. Walking off him self into Magical Menagerie to look at pets he spotted a black barn owl that looked like something he would like. Buying the owl he walked off into the street. Checking his watch, it was 12:10, Mr. Malfoy was surly going to be very mad! Running like he never run before, he made it to the Leaky Cauldron in record time. He spotted Mr. Malfoy sitting at a table looking very angry.
"I'm very sorry that I am late, Mr. Malfoy!" Jefferson apologized.
"You better not be late next time Mr. Riddle," Mr. Malfoy glared. "Or there'll be trouble. I got your school supplies and everything is set for September 1st. Now let's have lunch."
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," Jefferson sat down in front of him and wondered what it was going to be like at Hogwarts.
************ Finished!!! Okay, Please please review!!! Review=new chapter no chapter=no reviews!!! If I get just about 5-10 reviews I will continue! Okay! Now go and give me a review!
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: What if Voldemort didn't want to kill Harry, just train him to be just as strong as he is? What if Lily and James were alive and kicking, and had 2 kids? How can Harry live a life, where he thinks that Voldemort is his father, and the wizarding world thinks that Harry Potter is dead? Read to find out!
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"Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" James Potter's voice yelled.
She took Harry and ran upstairs hoping that she would be safe there, but suddenly the door burst open.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" She desperately pleaded.
"Stand aside, you silly girl.stand aside.stand aside now." Voldemort sneered.
"Not Harry! Please.Please have mercy!" She cried out.
"I won't kill the boy if you give him to me!" He snapped.
"Not Harry! Kill me instead!" She yelled.
"Accio Harry Potter," Riddle waved his wand and Harry floated toward him.
"Noooo." Lily screeched. She knew she was powerless against him, her wand was downstairs.
"Good day to you, Mrs. Potter. You'll never see the boy again." He crackled evilly and fled into the darkness.
Years passed and a boy named Jefferson Riddle grew up in the care of his father Tom Riddle who he learned magic from and learned pain and suffering.
We now come to present day; Jefferson is a mean and healthy 14-year-old boy.
Jefferson woke up to the light shining into his window. He had jet black hair that was very tidy and was kept neatly combed; his glowing green eyes who as bright as ever. Jefferson got up and put on his dark green robes wondering what he was going to eat for breakfast that morning. But for some reason Jefferson had never gone to Hogwarts, which Draco Malfoy had told him about. Draco was just about his age and usually came over during the long and boring summer. He walked off into the dinning hall and saw his father already eating.
"Good morning father," Jefferson said tonelessly.
"Good morning." Voldemort glanced up at his son who was taking a seat at the other end of the very long table and serving him self some toast and bacon.
"How did the Muggle raid go last night father?" He asked biting into his toast.
"Very well, we killed 50 Muggles. The Ministry is having a field today," Voldemort crackled evilly.
Jefferson nodded. There was something about him that his father didn't know. He had this day dream were he had gone to Hogwarts and had friends, and was pretty happy there too. In those dreams he had kissed a girl and they had gone on a date. But when he told Draco he just laughed and he had told him that was very childish.
"Father, about those Potters', have you gotten them killed yet?" Jefferson asked very interested. The Potters' had been trying to kill his father for sometime now, and one time Jefferson had gone to a local Muggle town to buy chocolate for himself he had met Lily Potter who seemed very interested in him. Jefferson of course, who had been taught good manors, asked what she was looking at. Lily Potter just burst into tears and left. It was something he secretly wondered in his dreams. She seemed so familiar.but he just couldn't put his finger onto it.
"No, not yet that stupid crackpot old fool Dumbledore is keeping them safe," He said with a lot of disgust in his voice.
"Father," Jefferson said suddenly. "Would it be alright if I went to Hogwarts? I could be a good use there. Maybe I could get one of the Potter to join our side."
Voldemort looked at his son thoughtfully and considered it. "Fine, go then. It would be good for you to see what it's like in that horrible place. Oh, and happy birthday," He replied. "Since it's your birthday, you'll be going to Diagon Alley to find a birthday present.
"Thank you very much father." Jefferson said again blankly. He had been told never to express his happiness in front of other people.
Getting up from the table, he walked quickly into his room but on his journey he met Mrs. Malfoy.
"Hello there Mrs. Malfoy," He gave her a smiled. "How are you today?"
She beamed at him, her blonde hair tied back in an elegant bun and her dark blue dress-robes hanging beautifully at her side. "I'm doing very well today Jefferson, I'm just heading down into the dungeons to make some power drought for you father. Would you like to join me?"
"No thank you Mrs. Malfoy, I'll help you later all right?" Jefferson replied and continued his journey down the lifeless hallway to his bedroom.
His bedroom was painted a dark blue. He had a huge comfortable bed, his very own bathroom that had marble floor. It was something he liked about his room. But something that made him think his room was unique was the huge window that showed everything bellow him and far into the Muggle town that lie far ahead of him.
Getting ready quickly and checking to make sure his hair was neat he checked his watch and saw that it was time to go. Grabbing his wallet, he went into the Riddle manor's lobby to wait for Mr. Malfoy. When Mr. Malfoy arrived they left the house walking to a field a few miles away from the house.
"How are we getting to Diagon Alley sir?" Jefferson asked.
"By port-key of course, the ministry was kind enough to let me borrow one." He sneered and picked up an old looking Coke can from the ground. "Touch it already! We don't have all day boy!"
Quickly Jefferson touched it, Mr. Malfoy counted down, "Three, two., one," And suddenly they landed in an alley.
Scrambling up from the ground, Jefferson noticed Mr. Malfoy snickering. "I'm sorry sir," He apologized.
"Here is some gold that your father gave me," Mr. Malfoy handed Jefferson a bag full of heavy gold. "Also, he said that you may wonder around on your own and while you are, I have to be shopping for your school supplies. Dumbledore knows that you're coming, I was given the letter a few minutes before we left."
"All right," Jefferson said softly. "Can we meet back here for lunch?"
"Yes, around 12. And you are not allowed to use magic do you understand?" Mr. Malfoy eyed him as if he had committed a crime. Jefferson was very powerful and had been taught ancient spells that hardly anyone knew. He knew how to control weather and how to drain all the water in the Atlantic Ocean.
"Of course," he promised, and walked into the Leaky Cauldron asking the bar tender to let him into Diagon Alley. Jefferson had only gone there once before in his life, when he was nine. It had been on an invasion with over 200 Death Eaters who had destroyed half the shops and killed over 50 people. He could still remember that day perfectly, the screams of people dying still rung in his ears.
Walking into Diagon Alley was very interesting and all the shops interested him a lot. Deciding to go into a book shop, he quickly spotted one and walked into it. The shop was very busy, Gilderoy Lockhart's new book was out but that didn't interest Jefferson. He walked into a corner with books on Defense Against the Dark Arts section. Jefferson wasn't paying attention were he was going and bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry, didn't see you there. Are you all right?" He looked down to spot a girl with busy brown hair and she seemed to have dropped her books that were scattered all over the place. "Let me help you collect your books."
"Thank you, I'm fine," she said in sort of bossy voice. The fall must of hurt because her eyes were full of tears.
Quickly collecting her books he gave them to her.
"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl stuck out her hand. "I'm going to be a fifth year at Hogwarts."
"I'm Jefferson Riddle," Jefferson shook her hand. "I'm going to be in fifth year also. I'm just joining his year because my father wouldn't let me earlier." He wished that he hadn't said that as soon as the words left his mouth.
"I'm off to meet my friends Ginny Weasley and Harriet Potter, thank you for getting my books!" Hermione waved and walked off.
Jefferson was in total shock. That was the first girl his age he had talked to out side of his own house. Feeling a bit happier, he glanced down at the books and quickly decided on one called, "The History of Dark Arts, a two- in-one book that also contains One hundred and one Defense Spells" Running to the cash register he paid for the book and left the store. Walking to Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlor he sat down at a table and looked around. Spotting James Potter sitting a few tables away, he glared at him. James Potter was talking to a boy just under his age and they were both eating ice-cream happily.
"Dad, tell me more about our older brother Harry who You-know-who took away!" The boy demanded. "Well what can I say? He would be just about fifteen around know.his birthday is today mind you," James Potter replied.
"Cool! Can we go looking for him?" The boy asked.
Jefferson snorted. He had heard about this Potter boy, but whenever he questioned his father about it, he would just brush it off.
"No, Harold," James Potter replied. "He's most likely not with us anymore. Voldemort must have killed him."
Now that was a statement that he knew that wasn't true. Getting up, he walked away making sure that he walked in front of them and glaring. But as things always back fire, the young Potter boy laughed at him. "What you glaring at?"
"Nothing," Jefferson glared at him.
"Who are you?" Harold said rudely.
"I'm Jefferson Riddle," He introduced. "And you are.?"
"Harold Potter," The boy replied. "Do you have any relation to old Moldy warts?"
"What do you mean? Who is this Moldy warts?" He asked in confusion.
"You-know-who,"
"No, I don't know who,"
"Yes, you do,"
"No, I don't,"
"It's Voldemort," James Potter finally ended the quarrel.
"N-n-no," Jefferson stuttered. He had always been bad at lying.
"That's settles it then, come along Harold. We're going to your mother," He stood up and led Harold off. Walking off him self into Magical Menagerie to look at pets he spotted a black barn owl that looked like something he would like. Buying the owl he walked off into the street. Checking his watch, it was 12:10, Mr. Malfoy was surly going to be very mad! Running like he never run before, he made it to the Leaky Cauldron in record time. He spotted Mr. Malfoy sitting at a table looking very angry.
"I'm very sorry that I am late, Mr. Malfoy!" Jefferson apologized.
"You better not be late next time Mr. Riddle," Mr. Malfoy glared. "Or there'll be trouble. I got your school supplies and everything is set for September 1st. Now let's have lunch."
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," Jefferson sat down in front of him and wondered what it was going to be like at Hogwarts.
************ Finished!!! Okay, Please please review!!! Review=new chapter no chapter=no reviews!!! If I get just about 5-10 reviews I will continue! Okay! Now go and give me a review!