+CHAPTER 1+
Summary: The events of Halloween 1981 have more of an effect on young Harry than they should have. Re-joining the Wizarding World at age 11 and calling himself Tom, he discovered more than just magic in the new world he was entering.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, all rights go to JK Rowling.
In the forests of Albania, a wraith-like spirit was floating around aimlessly. This spirit was all that was left of the wizard known as Lord Voldermort. Obviously that wasn't his real name, I mean who calls their child Voldermort?
Anyway, getting back onto the subject, Voldermort wasn't just any wizard; he was a Dark Lord. The reason for his current out of body experience was because had just been `vanquished' by a one year old boy. Harry Potter.
Cursing said boy under his breath, Voldermort realised how stupid he had been, I mean a baby seriously what had the boy even done to him?
Dumbledore! It was his fault it had to be I mean seriously, who conducts a job interview in a pub and without silencing charms to ensure confidentiality to boot? Also conveniently having an enemy spy listen in on said interview as a `prophecy' is spoken?
He really should have known better, obviously the old man had set him up! He should have waited until he had heard the full prophesy (as he only knew the first part) .
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied... born as the seventh month dies..."
This was the only part of the prophesy he knew and, in his impulsive state, caused by overexposure to the Dark Arts, it didn't take much for him to go charging in to kill the boy.
Yes, he had been played.
But then the Dark Lord thought, isn't the prophecy already completed. The Potter boy had just vanquished him after all, it didn't specify permanently.
Remembering his entry into the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow, he remembered slaughtering James Potter and then making his way up the stairs and disposing of Lily Potter née Evans in the same way as her husband.
After disposing of the boy's parents, Lord Voldermort then turned his wand of Yew wood and phoenix feather core, on the boy, who was grasping at the bars of his crib.
Frighteningly intelligent eyes locked onto his own and, the Dark Lord found it impossible to look away from the gleaming emeralds he found there. They were staring into his scarlet eyes, as if trying to see his tattered soul through them.
Uttering an apology to the small babe, Voldermort then said the two words that would end the boys' life, even if he did so regretfully.
Avada Kedavra. The words of the Killing Curse.
Quick as a flash however, the boy held out his hand, palm forward and caught the lethal light that held deaths touch like it was a toy ball.
Entranced, Voldermort watched as the boy played with the deadly curse, giggling at the bright green light, whilst ignoring the man who had tried to murder him.
Suddenly the curse flew from the child's grasp towards the shocked Dark Lord and proceeded to rip and tear at what was left of Voldermort's soul.
The last thing he remembered was the child's green eyes flashing from the curses light.
The spirit once again cursed his stupidity. The child was extremely powerful.
Meanwhile on a street called Privet Drive was now playing host to some strange visitors.
One such visitor was an old man who was wearing long multicoloured robes, with half crescent moons on them. Said man was walking up the road towards the house with the number 4 on the door.
Once there, he stood outside of the properties perimeter and gazed at a tabby cat situated on top of the gardens wall and exclaimed, "Hello Minerva!" in a cheery voice.
After being addressed, the cat then transformed into an elderly lady. Said woman then turned to the old man and cautioned, "Albus, these are the worst sort of Muggles. You can't leave the boy here!"
The man now identified as Albus, turned to the woman and replied, "Minerva, he will be fine; he needs to be with his relatives."
Suddenly the loud roar of a motorbike pierced through the quiet night and both elders looked upwards as a giant man riding on a flying Harley Davidson, became visible through the clouds.
Once both wheels were firmly on the ground the giant man addressed the elderly pair, "Lo Prof'sser Dumbledore! Lo Prof'sser McGonagall"
Albus, getting right down to business asked, "Do you have the boy Hagrid, is he alright?"
"Aye, he's alright" said Hagrid, "Little un fell asleep jus' as we were passing over Bristol."
Hagrid then opened his large coat to reveal a small baby boy with raven coloured hair and a jiggered lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
The giant man then handed the babe over and was then dismissed with a, "Thank you, Hagrid."
Walking up the path of number 4, his two companions didn't see the madness glinting in the old man's eyes as his whispered with a sneer, "Good-bye Potter"
Stopping at the front door, he took a letter from his pocket and tucked it into the baby's blanket. He then placed the child on the doorstep, and then walked back down the path, thinking of the fact that by the time the boy was ready to start his magical education, he would be a perfect pawn.
Oh, but how wrong he was, after all, the effect current actions have on the future can't be predicted.
And, neither the manipulator nor his colleagues saw the boys' green eyes open and flash a mesmerising scarlet red, they might have rethought their to leave him there decision otherwise.
8 years later...
"FREAK!" shouted one of the children who resided in Wool's orphanage.
Silence.
The boy who had just been called such, slowly turned around only to be knocked to the ground with a punch.
"FREAK!" was shouted again.
The other children who resided at the orphanage were now crowding around the fallen 9 year old child, eager for a fight.
The knocked down child was now glaring at his attacker who hesitated at the malicious stare. It was difficult to instil fear into the bullies at Wool's Orphanage, and so the glare Tom was aiming at the bully wasn't as effective as it normally would have been.
The boy was called Tom, in remembrance of another boy who once lived at the orphanage, however his real name was Harry Potter. But Harry didn't know that and so he was called Tom.
Just as another punch was about to land, a large serpent jumped out of the tall grasses nearby, and stood protectively in front of the boy.
The other children jumped back at the snake's sudden appearance and, when the snake hissed in warning they started to back away.
All of the children froze however, when they heard an angelic voice that was full of malice say, "You will regret that. I promise you!"
The children realised the voice belonged to Tom and, scampered away in fear as they realised it was just that. A promise.
A smirk crossed over the boys face, taking over his features as he watched the children flee in fear of him, before he turned to the snake and hissed a greeting of ~Hello Nangini~
~Hello young Hatchling~ came the snakes' hissed reply.
Chuckling, the boys' smirk widened when the snake wound its way up his body before resting on his shoulders.
Picking himself up off of the dirty ground, Tom strode towards the gloomy looking building that was Wool's orphanage and, Tom could see the caretakers staring out of the small windows at him, fearfully.
The next day a scream rang through the orphanage as the child who had attacked young Tom the day before, found his pet rabbit dead, its snapped neck and hanging from the ceiling.
Everyone knew who had done this, because a glee filled look had appeared on Young Toms face as the scream echoed throughout the building.
The smell of death seeped through the air and sunk into the walls of the orphanage, filling the building with its stench.
2 years later...
"My name is Tom!"
The exclamation hung heavily the small room and, on the rickety bed in the corner, a boy of 11 was glaring at an elderly man in spite.
Chuckling the old man exclaimed, "Ah, but my boy, your parents named your Harry." It was said in a tone that suggested the argument was over.
However the boy said, "That may be true but when my so-called relatives left me here they forgot to give it to the caretakers so, since I have been going by Tom I would appreciate if I could be called so."
"Sorry my boy but Tom is only an alias, you will have to be called Harry or Hadrian when you are attending Hogwarts," the old man said in an attempt to distract the boy. It worked or so he thought.
"What's Hogwarts?" the young boy questioned.
The conversation continued with the old man explaining that Hogwarts was a school of magic and that his parents attended the school.
The boy interrupted questioning, "Magic?"
"Yes, Magic. You can do things can't you?" the man replied with another question.
Ever since he had arrived in the orphanage where Voldermort had grown up, dread had been creeping into his bones. This dread increased with the boys' answer of, "I can make things move without touching them, I can make animals do what I want without training them. I can also make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can make them hurt. If I want."
Yes, he now dreaded his decision to leave the boy at Privet Drive.
Albus Dumbledore first realised his mistake when Harry Potter's Hogwarts letter wasn't addressed to number 4 Privet Drive but instead to Wool's orphanage. His regrets continued when he realised his pawn had gone under the alias Tom, in respect to Voldermort's real name, Tom Riddle.
How could he have been so stupid?
The Harry Potter in front of him now, explaining his magical abilities was so much alike the young Voldermort that Albus was finding it hard not to shiver at the similarities. It certainly wasn't because his answer was almost exactly what a young Voldermort had said 50 years ago when. No, it wasn't, of course not! Oh who was he kidding it was freaky.
Another similarity was their appearance.
The dark hair combed to the side. The angelic features. The high cheek bones. The paleness of their skin.
Yes they looked alike.
Also they both spoke calmly, with a mask of indifference that, although very good, showed a deep hatred for the orphanage and its Muggle inhabitants underneath. If you looked closely enough the hatred was almost tangible in the air.
Once again Albus nearly shivered.
He needed to do some damage control.
Later that day...
Strolling down Diagon Ally towards the bank Gringotts, Tom (he would not call himself Hadrian or God forbid Harry) thought that he would see what exactly his parents left him.
Thankfully he had managed to get out of being accompanied by a guide; otherwise, the old man would have made sure he wouldn't be able to do certain things.
Like changing his name. Yes he would do that. If he could. Permanently.
Walking up the steps of the white marble building that was Gringotts, he pondered on how much his life had changed in such a short period of time.
Magic. He had always known he was special. And even in a world that he was new to, with others of the same ability, he would still better than all of them. Oh he would be, even if he had to destroy himself along the way.
Once inside the building he walked up to a teller. It was a strange lizard-like creature, a Goblin he realised and from what he had read about Goblins, they were obviously a race that respected wealth and power.
Forcefully he asked, "My name is Harry Potter and I would like to know if I have any accounts here."
The Goblin, grinning and showing off a large array of sharp teeth, replied with a, "Follow me."
After following the creature through a labyrinth of offices and hallways, they reached an office holding a gold plaque engraved with the name 'Bloodrinck'.
Once in the office, he was directed to sit in a comfy armchair across from an aged Goblin whose hair was a shining blood red colour.
Soon the Goblin croaked, "I am Bloodrinck, what can I do for you Mister Potter?"
So he explained. He said that he was new to this world and that he would like to have tutors arranged to help him adjust, that he wanted to do some sort of test to see what he could inherit and, the most important thing, that he wanted to change his first name.
Smirking, Bloodrinck arranged for several prominent purebloods to tutor him. They would visit the bank and teach him all he needed to know about the customs, etiquettes and politics of the Wizarding world.
Bloodrinck then preceded to hand the boy a dagger along with a bowl and instructed him to cut his palm. 6 drops of blood were then mixed with the potion already in the bowl.
Tom did this and then watched as the Goblin poured the mixture of blood and potion onto a large sheet of parchment. Soon after words began to form and the result was mind blowing.
Name: Hadrian James Potter aka the Boy-Who-Lived aka Harry aka Tom.
Parents: James Harold Potter, Lily Sophia Potter (Nee Evans)
God-Parents: Sirius Black, Severus Snape. Alice Longbottom, Narcrissa Malfoy.
Lord of Houses: Potter, Peverell, Prince, Gryffindor, Black.
Horcrux of Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Lord Voldermort aka Marvolo Slytherin.
Familiars: Shadow Wolf, Shadow Basilisk.
Abilities: Parceltounge, Animagi Forms (Shadow Nundu, Royal Phoenix), Elemental (Fire, Darkness, Ice, Lightning).
Other Titles: Master of Death.
A shocked silence filled the room as both the young boy and the Goblin absorbed the information that was printed across the parchment.
The Goblin quickly got over his shock and proceeded to inform the young Lord of everything of importance.
Soon enough they had all the details of his Blood test covered and, they then moved onto the topic of his name change.
Later...
As he walked away from the bank to complete the rest of his shopping, the young boy with raven black hair and eyes like emeralds couldn't stop smiling. This was because he had discovered several things. One that he was very rich, two that he was very powerful and three, that it was possible for him to change his name.
Of course as soon as he knew this, it wasn't long until Harry Potter was no more and Lord Thomas Hadrian Potter-Peverell took his place.
+END OF CHAPTER 1+