disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and co. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing with my dirty mind and her very loveable characters. But, I created David, so he's mine. Meaning: Keep your hands off of him!

warnings: Okay, this is a big SLASH WARNING! That would mean that there is, and will be, sexual and romantic action between to males. So if you have anything against slashI suggest that you press the 'Back' button of your window and never return to this story. I'll get other warnings for you when they are needed. Oh yeah, this is very AU. Voldemort never had kids.

A/N: I'm insane. I must be. I have three (3!) unfinished stories already going on, but still I'm adding one more. The main reason why I'm posting this at this momentis my dear loveable main character David, who I think is so adorable that I just have to share him with you. I hope you guys like him as much as I do.

It was Thursday night in London. It was raining hard, pouring. A young man was walking down the streets without an umbrella. He had simply put the hood of his sweater on his head. In the inner pocket of the sweater was something that someone would've called an old stick, but what the man called 'his wand'. As incredible it sounded, he was a wizard. And not just any wizard. He was-

"Tom?"

Tom Riddle let out a mumble that couldn't be understood. He took his wet sweater off of him and threw it to the bathroom floor while a rather beautiful woman was leaning against the kitchen doorframe. The woman had a long and wavy brown hair and freckles on her nose and cheekbones. Her eyes were the ones that caught everyone's attention. The left one was light green that darkened into emerald when she was mad or excited. The right one was light blue that darkened into almost black whenever the green one darkened too. Now her eyes were darker than ever.

"Tom? Where have you been? I waited for you to come hours ago."

But Tom didn't answer. He went to kitchen and took a glass of water. The woman waited for him to drink it. "It took longer than I expected."

"What did?"

"Nastacia, what have I told you?" Tom asked coldly, not really waiting an answer.

Nor did Nastacia answer. "I need to tell you something, Tom."

"What?"

"I-" She started but was afraid to continue. Something in her husband scared her.

"Yes?"

"I- I'm pregnant." She finally blurted. She knew what they had agreed when they had got married: No kids. But it wasn't like she had done it all by herself. Tom had been there too.

He crossed his hands on his chest. "Is it mine?"

"Of course it's yours!" Nastacia nearly screamed.

"How can I know that?"

"I'm your wife! Do you really think I could be unfaithful to you?"

Tom sighed. Maybe he did believe her, maybe he didn't. But one thing was sure.

"I want you to get rid of it."

"What?" Nastacia couldn't believe her ears.

"You heard me. Get rid of it. Kill it. Give it away. I don't care. As long as I don't ever have to see it."

"No! It's my baby as much as it's yours! I'd rather leave than get rid of it." She told firmly, but regretted it the second she had said it.

"Then leave." He said.

"What?" She asked again.

"Leave. I want you gone by morning." Tom walked back to the small entrance hall and put his black leatherjacket on.

"Tom! You must be joking!"

"I'm never joking." He stated simply and walked out of the door, leaving Nastacia crying after him.

-

Years later a sixteen-year-old boy stood on the platform 9 ¾ and waited her grandmother to stop crying. She finally dried her eyes. "Now be a good boy, David. You will be gone for the whole year this time."

"I know, Na. I'll see you next year." She hugged her only grandson for the last time and let him step into Hogwarts Express. He found himself an empty compartment, sat beside the window and started to finger his silver necklace. His mother had given it to him just a few weeks before she had died. Well, before she had been murdered, like David's father. That's why he had to move from US to UK to live with his grandmother. It had been pure luck that he wasn't dead now too. He was supposed to stay home that night but he had run off to a concert without his parents' permission. When he had come home, the Dark Mark had been on the sky above their house and his parents had been lying dead on the living room floor. David had been immediately sent to UK to his only living relative.

The door of the compartment was open and a grey eyed blonde was standing on the entrance. "Yeah?" David asked.

The blonde measured him with his eyes before speaking. "Is this free?" He nodded towards the empty seats in the compartment.

"As you can see." David muttered and started to stare out of the window again. The blonde sat down in front of him. After a few minutes pressing silence he offered his hand to David.

"Draco Malfoy."

"David Riddle."

They shook hands and leaned back again. "Riddle, did you say?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." David told with the I-do-not-want-to-talk-about-it-tone.

Okay, no need to bite my head off, Draco thought to himself. Silence fell between them again. David had started to listen his mPod. It was a lot like the muggles' iPod, but this was the magic version.

Draco didn't have one of those, they hadn't reached the UK yet. American thing, you know. Draco tried to concentrate on reading but something in David made him look at the boy. David had a jet black hair that was almost down to his shoulders. His eyes were light green that turned emerald whenever he was mad, excited, sad or extremely happy. He had a few freckles on his nose and cheekbones which he had obviously tried to cover, not very successfully though. Draco found himself thinking that the freckles were kind of cute. That day he was wearing light blue jeans, a light pink belt and a light pink t-shirt which had read letters saying things like freak, emo, punk, loser, prep, goth and much more all over it and on it he had a black hoodie. He had eye-liner and a stud on his right eyebrow and his nails were painted black. His fingers never left the necklace. It was a small snake around a rose.

David felt like someone was staring at him and when he looked up he realized that he was right. Though Draco lowered his gaze back to the book the second David even blinked, he was too slow. This time David began staring. Draco had already into his robes but you could still see that he was in rather good shape. His blonde hair was perfectly in shape and his skin was flawless. Unlike mine, David thought. He had always hated his freckles, but in ran in the family. His dad had had them, his grandmother had them.

Hours passed as the boys concentrated on their own things but still stole glimpses of the other whenever it was possible.

"You should probably change." Draco told as Hogwarts castle came into view.

"Yeah." David agreed and took off his hoodie and t-shirt. Draco's jaw dropped immediately as he saw what was beneath those. "Um, could I have some privacy?" The raven haired boy asked, though he liked the attention.

The blonde snapped back and closed his mouth quickly. "Er, yeah, sure, I'll wait outside." He mumbled and left David alone. Whoa, this boy sure was something. Something that Draco Malfoy wanted.

There was a knock on the compartment door and Draco went back inside. Yeah, David was still hot even in the school robes.

-

David stood in the line with all the new first years waiting for his turn. Why couldn't this be done somewhere else? Did they really have to shout his name to everyone in this school? Yes, they did. Finally Shamna Wrecks was sorted into Ravenclaw and Professor McGonagall 'shouted his name to everyone in this school'.

"David Riddle!"

Whispers were heard from the teacher's table and someone dropped a fork on the floor with a lot of noise in the Gryffindor table. David tried to ignore this and sat on the stool and put on the Hat.

"Hmm… Aren't you a tough one…? Now, where should I put you? Would you do well in Slytherin, like your grandparents? You could be something great there. You could be just like your grandfather."

I don't wanna be like him.

"Are you sure? You could even become more powerful than him. You wouldn't let a baby stop you."

Do you want me to be like him?

"I'm here to put you where you belong, my boy. You would be great in Slytherin, but would you do better somewhere else…? Like Gryffindor perhaps? Yes, you wish to revenge the death of your parents… Yes, I think the place for you is GRYFFINDOR!"

The last word was shouted to the whole school and after a couple seconds of delay the Gryffindor table started screaming and whistling and clapping. David took of the Hat and went to sit on the only seat available. Next to a also black haired and green eyed boy, but this one had glasses. Opposite to him was sitting a red haired boy who had dropped the fork and next to her, across David was a brown haired girl. She was the first one to recover. She offered David her hand.

"Hermione Granger, prefect."

"David Riddle, the new kid." He introduced himself and Hermione laughed.

"Nice to meet you. These jackasses here are Ron Weasley, also a prefect," She nodded towards the boy next to him. "And Harry Potter." David turned to face Harry and first thing his eyes found was the scar.

"Hey." He smiled faintly and lowered his gaze to Harry's eyes.

"Hi." Harry muttered and turned to stare at his plate. The name Riddle was echoing in his head.

"So, David, where did you transfer from?" Hermione asked, trying to ignore Harry's behavior. David was just about to answer when Dumbledore started talking.

-

Later that night when everyone was about to go to bed Gryffindor sixth year boys' dormitory had a very uncomfortable atmosphere. Most of that was because of the tension between David and Harry and Ron. David knew very well why Harry had his scar and that made him feel somehow guilty for being a Riddle. Harry could still hear the Riddle name echoing in his ears.

"David?" Ron asked carefully. "Can I ask you something?"

David muttered something that sounded like 'yeah' as he was removing the eye-liner.

"I don't wanna sound nosy but… Your last name… It doesn't have anything to do with… You-Know-Who, does it?" Ron finished the sentence with caution. He didn't want to be hexed by the new kid the first night.

David sighed and turned to face Ron. He noticed that everyone in the room was now looking at him. "Yeah." He said. "Yeah, it does." When the boys still kept looking at him, he continued, "My father was Voldemort's son."

"Are gonna join him?" Harry blurted before he could stop himself. "Maybe he'll leave his 'empire' to you."

"I don't appreciate that tone. Look, I've never met the guy. We don't really have family meetings, you know. He told my grandmother to get rid of my father when he heard she was pregnant, and when she didn't, he kicked her out. He killed my parents three weeks ago and he would've killed me too if I had done what my parents told me that night." David gave Harry a cold look. "Now, what makes you think I would join him?"

A/N: C'mon, you read it. Would it hurt to review too?