L-Voldemort (L version)
Authors note: This will be a long-running story, hopefully, which I'll try to update as often as possible. This is the first of two entitled L-Voldemort, the seond of which will be Voldemort version, in which a teenaged Tom Riddle will end up in L's world. To start with, what would happen if a curse went awry and switched the most evil wizard in history and the most brilliant detective in the world?
Prologue
Tom Riddle, a young boy in an orphanage in England, knew nothing of his strange powers until he turned eleven. He knew he could make strange things happen, but he did not know that he was a wizard. Nor did he know of the impact he would have on the entire wizarding community. It was not that this Tom Riddle would grow up to be a fearsome wizard in this world, but that he would bring the most brilliant mind to exist into this world. But he could not know this now. No, he was a young boy. But the night Dumbledore came to see him, everything changed.
The greying wizard had been to tell Tom about Hogwarts, a magical school for children as special as Tom to learn about their powers. But Tom thought hard that night. If he could control his powers, why should he not try to make a spell right now? Why wait until this Hogwarts place could teach him, if he could make one up himself?
Tom Riddle made sure everyone else was in bed. He crawled under the covers of his own bed, and held his hands out, palm up. He muttered a stream of nonsense, in the hope that something would trigger his magical powers. Nothing happened. Tom grew angry. He snarled.
Suddenly, a bright white flash illuminated him, and he was being pulled from all directions. With a sickening crunch, he disappeared.
Somewhere in England, in another world, in an orphanage, a young boy lay awake on his bed, unable to sleep for the many thoughts that buzzed through his brain. Dark bags lined his eyes, giving him a perpetual air of boredom. He lay back on the pillow, tucking his legs up so his knees pointed to the ceiling, and heaved a sigh.
With a suddenness that left no time for the boy to wonder what was going on, a sickening feeling gripped him, and he felt as though he was being pulled from all sides. A bright light seemed to be emitting from his skin, and with the flash of light, he was gone.
Photos of Tom Riddle faded, to be replaced by pictured of a young Japanese boy.
Photos of a young Japanese boy faded to be replaced by those of Tom Riddle.
And so, the two lives swapped, and though the boys' memories remained intact, their powers, and destinies, became twisted and mixed together.
The young Japanese boy found himself in a strange room, with strange furniture and an odd smell. He looked around, afraid.
On the bedside table, there was a cream envelope with a red wax seal and bottle-green lettering. He picked it up, in the hope that it would have the address on it. This would give him some sort of clue as to his location.
"Mr L Lawliet,
Attic Room,
Stockwell Orphanage,
London."
"At least I'm in England," the eleven-year-old L murmured, in Japanese.