All credit for Harry Potter goes to J.K Rowling.
I just play with the characters.
Chapter 1
On a certain day after Halloween, one Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were at the steps of no. 4 Privet Drive depositing a gurgling bundle of flesh known as a baby. This particular baby had a certain reputation inside a peculiar place known as the Wizarding World for this baby, Harry James Potter had just yesterday defeated the greatest Dark Lord since Grindelwald. Granted, Grindelwald's rise wasn't too long ago. The Dark Lord Voldemort was still rather dangerous, having been on the verge of winning his war before Young Harry had vanquished him.
Now back to the subject at hand, as Dumbledore abandoned Harry to his relatives whom Dumbledore knew full well would neglect and abuse the little Potter – He was counting on it in fact, after all, the Dursleys were the pivoting point in Harry's life which would turn him into after eleven years a timid, weak and malleable pawn. To enter Dumbledore's life sized chess board and become the sacrifice before the checkmate, a board game against Voldemort.
Unfortunately, for Dumbledore however his plans crashed and burnt the moment he apparated away with Professor McGonagall. What completely destroyed his plans were two things quite ironically the second came in the form of a car, a car which was driven by aforementioned Dursleys that happened to crash into another leading to the deaths of the Dursleys and the subsequent moving of Harry to an orphanage where he would live for eleven years before a certain school entered his life. The first was an interesting happenstance in which the last of Tom Riddle's soul fused with Harry's own soul.
The little known fact about Voldemort, is that Lord Voldemort was once known as Tom Riddle however, as he created his seven horcruxes -something no one has ever attempted before- he lost his soul and transformed into Lord Voldemort. His full transformation occurred on the day he accidentally created his eighth horcrux, at that point the large chunk of soul he had been using could split no more and so it left his body, entirely merging into Harry Potter's soul. And so Tom Riddle's soul left Lord Voldemort to become a being sustained only by dark magic and forbidden rituals.
When Tom's soul fused with Harry's, his subconscious was pushed into Harry's mind where the two minds fought for dominance over the one body before eventually, reaching a peaceful coexistence.
Now, Fate's question is quite simply:
What will happen next?
6 years later…
A young boy was sitting underneath a nice oak tree near the back of Wools Orphanage. He had immaculately combed hair that looked rather handsome on him as well as emerald green eyes that really 'popped' on his pale complexion, many people assumed he was a child model with his sharp chin and high cheek bones. His face was only imperfection was a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. He was currently studiously reading a year 9 textbook on maths… Well, someone was smart… In fact smart barely scraped the surface. Harry Potter was what many muggles would call a prodigy, then again it was probably the other mind within him that was the source of such intelligence for Tom Riddle, a month after having been trapped in Harry's brain decided he could not spend another day listening to baby gibberish and made use of his wasted teaching skills he could have applied to the DADA position at Hogwarts had he been accepted. The results of that was an exceptionally gifted child who literally had a teacher stuck in his head. Oh, how the other orphans would be horrified, if they knew which of course they did not. The other orphans had actually started avoiding Harry ever since the incident last week. Now everyone stayed away from Harry.
Flashback
Billy Stubs was a bully, he tended to like picking on kids 4-5 years younger than him, why? Because like every other humans Billy had insecurities, insecurities like believing that all his friends only liked strong and powerful individuals and if he didn't live up to their expectations they would abandon him. Abandon him like his parents, so naturally Billy became a bully. Unfortunately, he targeted Harry Potter. When Billy cornered Harry at the back of the orphanage he was expecting a fearful crying kid after all, the kid was only 6. Billy was surprised when he turned around as a fist smashed into his jaw throwing him into the brick wall to his left. Even more surprising was that the fist belonged to Billy. "The prey attempting to hunt the predator, how amusing." A soft voice said as its owner's face was lit up with a malicious smirk.
"Looks like I can finally entertain myself with some screams."
In all honesty, Harry wouldn't have attacked Billy if he hadn't started it because it wouldn't do to be immediately labelled as a 'bully' or a 'murderer'. Quite a shame really, Harry had so badly wanted to see what Billy's heart looked like. Unfortunately, Tom had told him not to as while he could get away with it most people would know it was him and keep an eye on him. As it was Harry just broke a bone or two and traumatised Billy using a wandless version of the Imperius curse (Billy was very weak willed, thus easy to manipulate.), hence why the entire orphanage stayed VERY far away from Harry.
5 years later…
Harry was excited. VERY excited. Tom usually would have been yelling at him from within his head to make his face unreadable and blank but even Tom could understand why Harry was excited. After all, it wasn't every day you get a window out of the dreariest and dull orphanage to ever exist, then again it wasn't every day you went to Hogwarts either. Harry's letter had come on his birthday and whilst Tom wasn't surprised that there was no teacher he was still disappointed. Ah, well he had just taken Harry to Diagon Alley the other day and found out that Harry was as the muggles would say 'loaded'.
Tom knew all about Harry being the 'Boy-Who-Lived' as he had access to Harry's memories he also knew what had happened, however he had not thought that the Potter's were all that rich after all they were living in a small HOUSE, they had enough money to live in a mansion! Tom also had not managed to deduce that Voldemort was no longer Tom Riddle, who could blame him though horcruxes were almost never documented and never was there a case of multiple horcruxes. Tom was facing a dilemma because of this unknown factor because put quite simply he rather liked Harry and for reasons he could not understand as he went through Voldemort's memories he found that Voldemort had been being rather stupid. Harry however was anything but stupid. Tom didn't like being stupid and so Tom decided to help Harry. Help Harry create a new side to this war, the side that wouldn't do things stupidly. Yes… Tom like that idea…
Harry looked around the famed King's Cross Station the many bustling muggles payed him no heed. Harry's eyes travelled towards the pillar in between Platform 9 and 10. 'Just walk through it and you'll be past the barrier.' Harry obeyed Tom, carefully winding his way through the crowd. As he neared the barrier a family of red heads who were anxiously looking around. Eventually, the family passed through the barrier rather indiscreetly running into the pillar in the busiest train station in London. Harry sighed. What utterly hopeless wizards. Harry stealthily crept up to the pillar and casually phased through it.
Harry took in the brilliant scarlet train, the floo fireplaces, the wizards as well as witches and finally the most important of all, the magic. The infectious magic surrounding Platform 9 and ¾ it blanketed the air smothering everything. It was like Diagon Alley all over again…
Flashback
Harry entered The Leaky Cauldron, he cautiously made his way up to the bartender who was ironically named Tom. "Excuse me sir, d-do you happen to know where Diagon Alley is?" Harry uncharacteristically said timidly. 'Good job Hadrian now remember to act like you know absolutely nothing…' Tom had insisted that even though Harry's real name was indeed Harry, that Tom would rather Harry have a less plebeian name. His exact words were 'If I had, had the choice when I was your age I would have jumped at the chance to get away from such an ordinary, boring name so I hereby solemnly swear never to EVER call you that filthy name.'
"Sure son, where are your parents?" Tom the bartender asked rather kindly obviously used to kids asking for bizarrely named alleys. "They're w-waiting for me outside, s-said something about 'real world skills.'" Harry or Hadrian mumbled underneath his breath quickly and looked up at bartender Tom with eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears. 'That deserves a standing ovation!' Tom complimented. Tom the bartender frowned, presumably at the thought of upsetting a child. "It's alright lad, come along now." The bartender lead Hadrian to a back area where he opened up the brick wall leaving Hadrian there. Hadrian stood gobsmacked, absolutely shocked to the core as he saw –rather felt- the magic surrounding Diagon Alley, it was everywhere! And the magic! The magic was so, so intriguing, so bright, it was magical. Hadrian for the first time in all of his years of Tom's training, dropped his mask which was replaced with a look of pure wonderment.
Hadrian boarded the train pointedly ignoring the family of redheads whom looked like they were frantically searching for someone… "Look for his scar honey, his scar and green eyes…" 'Ah, looks like we've found your fangirls Hadrian' Tom snickered. Hadrian internally scowled and lowered his head so his scar was less noticeable making a bee line for the train before anyone could recognise him. He could already tell this family was a family of sheeple (Sheep + People). Hadrian hated sheeple. People who couldn't think for themselves were better off dying as they obviously had nothing to contribute to anything.
'Bit hypocritical coming from yourself no?'
'Tom I don't heedlessly follow your every order unless there's a good reason to it, usually I just take whatever you say into account then I make my decisions.'
Hadrian boarded the train ignoring the redhead family and began the long search for an elusive empty compartment.
'Aww, my little boy is all grown up!'
"Shut up." A fifth year girl looked incredulously at Hadrian. Hadrian fought very hard the urge to face palm.
'Slipping up already?' Hadrian promptly ignored Tom for the rest for the compartment search.
It had taken Hadrian 4 minutes but he had finally found a completely empty compartment, now if he could just cast some notice-me-not charms with his Ash, Dragon scale AND Dragon heartstring wand (According to Oliver, he had made a 'mistake' and accidentally added two cores instead of one)… A redhead boy rudely flung open the door. 'And such is my luck.' Hadrian dejectedly thought.
