So this is another new story Bluebirdstot the east of Eden!

Warning: SLASH! BoyXboy, homosexual, Two of the same sex doing the dirty deeds.

Disclaimer: Not mine

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Edited: July 7, 2015


Chapter 1


December 24th, 1933

Bleak. That was the only word that could possibly describe the London weather in December. It was also the only word that could describe Merope Gaunt's life at this point. Actually, her life had always been bleak except for the small two in a half years she spent with Tom Sr. But now Tom Sr. was gone, run away once the potion wore off. A woman with no beauty in this day and age had nothing going for her, never mind her husband had abandoned her, their one-year old, and unborn babe. A babe she was sure was about to be born and Merope would not allow her second child to be born in this miserably cold weather.

Merope bundled her one year old up tighter in the rough, thin piece of cloth she had managed to find. Dark eyes gazed up at his mother with strange intelligence, like he knew what was happening. When Tom Marvolo Riddle had first been born, Merope found his stare to be quite frightening but now she found it strangely comforting. At least he would know his mother tried. Passing piles upon piles of snow, bare trees, and no one else, the dull haired and pale woman finally made it to the only place she was sure her children would be safe in.

'Wool's Orphanage'

It was a muggle orphanage but, it wasn't like the magical world had one and besides muggles were not all bad.

The pureblood witch gasp as the first contraction hit her, Merlin the pain was worse than the first time she went into labor. Merope took a deep breath, clenching her teeth together and pulling Tom closer while holding her very round stomach. She was over nine months pregnant, way over her estimated due date. Another wave of pain hit her, forcing the mother to double over the concreate steps; though she managed to hold onto Tom. The contractions were only a few minutes apart; she had to get help now, the baby wanted out.

Summoning some strength, Merope struggled up the steps; finally making it to the chipping door. The pureblood witch rained down her fist on the old wood, praying someone would open the door.


Elizabeth Cole, or simply Mrs. Cole, had been reading a tasteful novel in front of the fire; the kids all asleep, when she heard it. The pounding on the door. The young widow quickly placed a bookmark in the book and hurried to the door, pulling a shall around herself as she went. The young woman quickly undid the many locks on the door, a blast of cold wind hit her as soon as the door opened. And a young woman, not a beauty of any kind, with a bundle in one arm and the other holding her very round stomach stood there.

"P-Please..my child…about to b-be born.." Merope Gaunt pleaded, she could feel the baby and it wanted out.

Mrs. Cole quickly ushered the woman in, mind racing; she would need to call the doctor and in the mean time she would need to get hot water and plenty of towels. Mrs. Cole was no doctor or nurse but the orphanage had gotten enough of women in labor that she knew the basics until doctor arrived. The woman was in no condition to walk up the stairs so Mrs. Cole led her to one of the spare rooms on the first floor.

"I'm going to call the doctor. I'll be right back." Mrs. Cole said after she laid the pregnant woman down. A hand caught hers and Mrs. Cole's sharp eyes caught Merope's own eyes.

"Tom. T-take Tom out o-of the room. Doesn't…n-need to s-see his mother..die." Merope knew she was not going to survive this birth, and she didn't really want to. Her children would be better in the orphanage than the streets with her.

"T-tom..T-om Marvolo..Riddle..for his father and mine." Merope held the bundle up with shaking arms, relieved when Mrs. Cole took him and nodded, leaving the room.


At 11: 43 A.m. Evan Enya Riddle was born on December 24, 1933.

At 12:00 Merope Gaunt, less than half an hour after naming her youngest son, passed away from blood loss.

At 1:20 A.M. a bright flash of light filled Wool's Orphanage; erasing the memories of Evan Enya Riddle ever being born. And vanishing the young baby from the orphanage. Only Tom Marvolo Riddle would remember his baby brother


July 31st, 1986

The night air was humid, there was only silence. The street lamps along the street flickered in and out of existence. All the houses were dark except for one at the end of the street. The small house was about two stories high, it had the light of the kitchen on with the curtain closed.

Two figures could be seen moving around in there.
One of the figure was a beautiful woman with thick red hair that fell to her shoulders. The most outstanding thing was her almond shaped greens eyes. She was laughing showing dimples at something the man across from her said. The man was tall but thin he had a head of black messy hair that stuck up in a directions. They were James and Lily Potter.

For the past 9 months they had been in hiding, a Dark Lord was after their baby. A baby that Lily had miscarried; not that anyone besides Dumbledore knew. The old wizard had convinced the young married couple to keep on hiding. Tonight was one of the rare nights that both James and Lily were happy, a rare thing seeing as their baby had passed away five months ago and a Dark Lord was still after their head.

A flash of white light outside got their attention. James walked towards the door, hand near his wand. He opened it and looked around; seeing nobody. He was about to close the door when he heard a soft cry. James looked down and saw a baby with a black tuff of hair.
He picked the baby up and brought into the house.
15 months later it was released to the press that He-Who-Can't-be- Named was defeated by baby Harry Potter who had been born on July 31st to the late James and Lily Potter.


Far away, though at the same time very close, a figure walked amongst a garden of mirrors, fog, and beautiful flowers. They were neither a she nor a he yet they could be, neither tall nor small yet they could be as big as a mountain yet as small as a germ, neither beautiful nor ugly; simply existing. If you stared at this figure long enough you would see the flickering of personas; always changing.

The figure stopped at a mirror nestled in golden thorns and decaying and blooming flowers. Images appeared, though they did not stay long enough to decipher. The figure turned its head as a ball of energy appeared by its side.

"I have changed Evan Enya and Tom Marvolo Riddle's fate, along with the possibility of millions of other's." The figure's voice echoed around the garden, neither feminine nor masculine.

"Thank You." The ball of energy vibrated, glowing bright for a moment before disappearing.

The figure turned back to the mirror, running a soft finger against it. It sent a pulse of light through the mirror, allowing that little seer to view part of the future.

"And they call me a bitch. Fate is never as cruel as you, Mother Magic."


Alaska: May 1st, 1988

A pixie like girl gasped as she was pulled from her vision. The vision was clearly horrible if her shaking was anything to go by. The girl finally stopped her shaking and instead sat there still as a doll. Memories from that vision passed by her; bodies, blood, darkness. If she was human she knew she would have been retching from the memories. She was so glad her family wasn't here, out hunting, as she didn't know what Edward would say if he saw that vision. Or what Jasper would do if he felt the emotions she was feeling.

'That cannot happen.' She thought as she got up in one fluid motion. She was out the door faster than humanly possible and out of the state in one day. She knew what she had to do to try to make sure that future didn't happen.


June 30th, 1999

An 11-year old dirty blond girl with shoulder length hair and a pinwheel in her hair, pale skin, and grey eyes that were usually dreamy but now determined, hurried down the corridor. She needed to find him, he needed to know it was all true, and she would stick by him. Hogwarts seemed to understand and the castle arranged itself so he was easy to find.

Grey eyes took in the small, skinny, messy black haired 12-year old that was leaning against the corridor. He seemed to be arguing with himself, though he was too quiet and she couldn't hear.

"Evan Riddle!" The raven haired student snapped his head up, showing off very pretty green eyes. She came closer, grabbing his hands. He was obviously very shocked, and she giggled a bit.

"Yes. You are Evan Riddle! Though James and Lily Potter did bestow upon you the name they would have named their own child, Harry Potter. You are brother to Tom Marvolo Riddle and a time traveler. Lady Magic has given you a very important duty. But first we need to find your brother and snap him back!" The girl spoke with emergency, though she softly gripped his hand and brought it to his heart.

"I know this is hard Evan Riddle but look deep in your heart. Look past what you had been told or taught and know. Lady Magic has gifted you that ability and your inheritance will heighten that gift. Remember." The blond let his hands go, leaving Harry Potter, Evan Riddle, to stare at her.

"What is your name?" He spoke after a few moments

"Luna Lovegood. Be careful Evan, Dumbledore and people you think are friends are not what they seem. Feel." Luna stared at him for a few more moments before turning and leaving.

Know. Remember. Feel.


Edited: July 7th, 2015.