Rose Haven, I got the prologue and first chapter done! Aren't you proud of me?... Didn't think so.
I hope you all enjoy this little story that sorta creeps me out. A lot. Review please even if it's to say, "this story's wierd."
Love, Keta
Circle You, Circle You/ Kagome, Kagome (Luka Megurine and Hatsune Miku/ Vocaloid)
Newspaper clip from October 26th, 1933:
A boy named Tom Marvolo Riddle, 7, was found beaten to death in Wool's Orphanage on October 23rd. No suspects were named, but the police force believes that it was an accident on the children's behalf. No punishments were put on the kids.
Riddle is to be cremated on October 31st.
Prologue: Orphan Boy
No one loved Tom Marvolo Riddle. That much was obvious. There was something so wrong with the boy but no one could pinpoint what exactly. It could have been the way he would keep snakes as companions, speaking to them in subtle hisses. Perhaps it was the way he shied away from the adults and other children. Maybe it was because of the bruises on his pale skin that had no origin. No origin that anyone would admit to anyways.
Tom was scared of everyone else, choosing never to play games, only hide away.
However, on the fateful day of his death, he decided to play with the other children. And during their little game, the freak of Wool's Orphanage was murdered.
Chapter 1: Green Eyes and Fireflies
Harry Potter was born just like any other ordinary wizarding child. Nothing out of the ordinary about him at all. He had a loving family, his Godfather, Sirius Black and Sirius' lover, Remus Lupin. Yes, his parents had died in an accident in which the roof over their bed collapsed and crushed them. But it doesn't matter to little Harry, he still has a family and wonderful friends.
Draco Malfoy, Harry's distant cousin and best friend, keeps him out of trouble for the most part. Ron and his brothers, the twins, Fred and George are the ones that get him their entire group into trouble. This group if you must know consists of the four mentioned above, Luna Lovegood, six years old to their seven; Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger-Prince (Snape took back his wizarding family name upon Lily Potter's insistence), a muggleborn genius who also lost her parents; Neville Longbottom and Theodore Nott.
At this point in time Harry, in one of his more childish moments, is chasing fireflies, trying to catch just one. "Give it up, Harry!" Blaise yells from where he's sprawled on the ground. "You're not going to catch one!"
"How do you know?" Luna asks dreamily from a high up tree branch.
"How the hell did you get up there?" Ron inquires, he too sprawled on the ground.
"Easily…"
"-we let her…"
"-up here."
"-cause we thought…"
"-that she'd like…
"-to be up here."
"Will you two stop that?" Hermione looks up from her book with a scowl and a glare directed at the oldest in the group, the twins.
"Why?" Harry asks, leaping up and then pouting when he loses the bug he almost caught. "I find it funny. Is it because you still have trouble differentiating between the two of them?"
"Everyone has trouble differentiating between the two of them. They're twins for God's sake!"
"So?" Harry smiles very serpent like and cocks his head slightly. "If I had a twin, or at least a person that looks very much like me, would you be able to tell the difference?"
"Of course," they all called. "No one could ever look like you!" They look at each other with expressions of horror. "And they definitely couldn't act like you! It would be the end of the world."
"Very funny." Harry says, finally catching a firefly. "Look, guys! I got one!"
"Told you," Luna says to Blaise and stands up on her limb. She holds her hands out for the nine year old twins who lift her up higher onto the branch next to them. Hermione rolls her eyes and goes back to Hogwarts: A History, although none of her friends know why she's reading it for a seventh time. Blaise scowls at the little blonde girl and lays back down, covering his face with his arms. Ron, having never moved, falls asleep with a soft snore. Theodore who has remained characteristically quiet pulls out a book to read beside Snape's adopted daughter.
Draco wraps his arms around his smaller cousin and picks him up. "Drakey!" The blonde grins and runs off with him, prompting the ones still awake to wake up Ron and give chase. They call the game Harry Hunting. Whomever has the green eyed boy is it and has to run from the others.
Luna snags Draco's cloak, making him give up the right to hold Harry. With a giant blush on his face, the youngest picks up Harry and takes off. Every time they play, Harry gets embarrassed because he's so small even Luna, who isn't very strong, can carry him. But it embarrasses the others more, mostly because they usually can't catch her.
But this time someone does, Sirius wraps his arms around Harry, taking him and stopping the game. "Siri!" Harry whines, secretly enjoying being carried by his godfather. "Please let us play some more!"
"Not in these woods."
The children look around, suddenly realizing where they have wandered off to as the wind suddenly picks up, blowing their hair, the ones with longer locks, into their faces. "We're sorry, Sirius," Draco and Harry quietly whisper with heads bowed low, knowing that they are subject to a reprimand.
"I'm not mad," he says. "Just please stay out of her if you can."
"We will." The group walks back towards the muggle mansion where Sirius and Remus live, never noticing the gleaming red eyes trained upon Harry and the mouth curled up in a smile.
