The Forging

Summary: Harry Potter came back ordinary. Tom Riddle grew up magical. Through a series of unfortunate events, they became family in all but blood. This ultimately changes everything. Time Traveling, TRHP

Hi there, I didn't mean to write another story, but the idea just couldn't get out of my head. We all know how it gets. Basically, this story involves time traveling. This time, Harry got no magic to help with the ride. This begins after the second war but the whole setting will starts for real in 1947, somewhere after Riddle graduated from Hogwarts, so it's NOT A HARRY RAISES TOM FIC. Sorry.

This story is actually mild compared to my other one, so no warnings are really needed, I think.


The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.


Prologue: Death Speaks All


Sometimes, when the world is at its most silent, Harry dreams.

In his dreams, he sees Death. Except it's not really Death at all. It's King's Cross Station, and there's Dumbledore. They don't talk about the Hallows because there's no need to. The war is over, and there're no weapons and lies and no more secrets. Harry thinks he should be relieved, but all there is an emptiness that echoes. They tries to talk about him and how he's coping, but Harry finds that he have nothing to say.

Instead, they talks about the world and how it's healing. It's devastating that there're so many deaths, yet it's also beautiful how love blossoms, even when everything and everyone are so damaged. People learns, and they moves on.

Harry finds love from what's once a small crush, in a little girl who was forced to grew up within a war. Ginny is her name, and she's magnificently brave. She forces Harry's demons away. Her smile, Harry lives for.

Harry doesn't know how he's living, but he knows more than he has ever before. He knows love. He always has, from the very beginning, when he learned the truth about his parents. They died for him, and so he loves for them.

It's also why, when his dream skips a beat and the next thing he sees is the broken and wretched little thing (his parent killer, he thinks), there is no hatred and anger. It's the soul of a mad, mad man, yet there's only ever pity within Harry's eyes.

He touches it, and finds that his hands burn with its anger.

Harry knows now, that there was never a Lord Voldemort without Tom Riddle. That fate is a cruel thing. That Harry could have been Voldemort. That Voldemort could have been him. They're opposites, but they're also mirrors.

Voldemort is past saving, Harry, his mentor says, always within this endless dream.

I know, he replies, and clutches the little thing close. But Tom Riddle isn't.

The thing made a gurgling sound. He thinks it's cooing. Harry doesn't know. He just hopes that the ice and emptiness he feels will cool its hatred.

From the distant, Dumbledore smiles. Except he thinks that it's actually Death.

He closes his eyes, let the fire burns him to within, and he wakes up.


Just a prologue to see if people are interested, since there're already a lot of time traveling stories. Next chapter the story will takes a wild ride. Hope you enjoyed!