Harry woke to the usual sound of his aunt banging on the door of his cupboard. The 11-year-old boy was used to horrible treatment which he knew only worsened if he didn't do what his relatives wanted. When he reached the kitchen he saw the presents being counted by his cousin, Dudley, and remembered what day it was. He could hardly stop his despairing groan Mrs. Figg, the woman who usually watched him when the Dursleys went out, was injured and didn't want children underfoot. This meant harry would have to come with for Dudley's birthday visit to the zoo. As much as Harry would love to go somewhere, anywhere, he knew from experience this would not end well.
He should have known not to talk to a snake, Harry thought to himself as he ran. It wasn't as though sane people went around talking to animals…and the animal answering? He was definitely insane. Harry wasn't sure he knew where he was running to but anywhere was better than the Dursleys'. Harry quickly realized a child running through the streets of London was suspicious and slowed his pace to a quick walk. He was so immersed in his thoughts he didn't notice the elf stalking him until it tripped him and the two suddenly vanished.
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When Harry woke up his head was throbbing. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, and found himself lying on grass. He couldn't see anything around him except a letter. Since he was person there he assumed it was for him, opened it, and began to read.
Dear Harry,
The things I am about to tell you will probably seem rather strange since you have been kept unaware of your past for your whole life. I ask you to suspend your disbelief and read this letter, it will explain everything. You see, Harry, you are a wizard. This may appear crazy but just think for a moment, don't strange things happen to you especially when you are scared or angry. I have enrolled you in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry under the name Harrius Black. To you this may seem strange but it will fit right in with the wizarding culture of the 1930's. Yes you are in the past, I will be with you shortly.
Sincerely,
Your soon to be teacher,
Xendolier Mordam
Harry had just finished reading the letter when a person suddenly appeared in front of him. The man was tall and had waist length black hair which was held back from his face in an elegant ponytail. He looked Harry over with amusement in his eyes; eyes that Harry immediately noticed were very strange. At first glance they seemed brown but if you really looked you would notice that they had hints of red and gold in them. Combined with the fact they glowed dimly it gave them an appearance of flames.
"Hello," the man said, "My name is Lord Mordam. As of now you are my pupil and may call me Xendolier." Then man pronounced his name zen-doe-leer.
"But…um…sir…didn't your note say you were sending me to a school…Hog-something?" by this point Harry was extremely confused. In the past few minutes he had hit his head and come to in a field where a strange man informed him he was a wizard.
"Yes, yes all in good time. I believe I told you to call me Xendolier?"
"Yes."
"So how about you try that instead of sir. Sir makes me feel old. You will be going to Hogwarts, despite the garbage they teach, but I will also be teaching you proper Dark magic."
"I'm sorry but I have no idea what you are saying."
"I'm sending you to the school to make social interactions and gain connections. Hogwarts has many important families sending their children there despite its warped view of Light and Dark meaning good and evil. Anyways-you go, befriend important people, learn Light magic and I'll teach you Dark magic."
"I don't mean to be rude, but I don't believe in magic." Xendolier merely laughed-a dark, sinister laugh-and suddenly the ground Harry was sitting on burst into black flames.
"If there's no such thing as magic explain that," Xendolier pointed at the fire and it vanished as quickly as it had come. Harry just gaped, shocked beyond words. Xendolier just laughed again this time a truly amused chuckle, "I always forget how fun it is to show a wizard who grew up in the muggle world magic."
"What's a muggle?" Harry's curiosity managed to get him talking again.
"A non –magical person."
"And you said that school would teach me Light magic and you would teach me Dark magic. What's the difference?"
"Some wizards work better with Light magic others better with Dark. I see you have an affinity for the Dark Arts. Be wary, for wizards in this day call the Dark evil and fear it."
"Why don't you believe that, if everyone else does?"
"Because I am a vampire, we don't deal with this Light and Dark the dilemma like wizards, all vampires are Dark. Also, we understand that death can happen but we try to avoid useless slaughter. Most of us don't kill a person when we drink their blood because it's unnecessary."
"You're a vampire?"
"Oh, god." If Harry hadn't already been lying on the ground he would have felt the need to sit down.
"Well, you seem to need some time. Unfortunately we have none, school starts in a week and at while I have bought most of your school supplies I need you there to buy the wand so we're heading directly to Diagon Alley."
"Won't I look out of place, you said this was the past?"
"Ah, yes. It is the past-we've traveled back about 50 years-but I took the liberty of getting your size and buying you robes." Xendolier put out a hand and black robes appeared. He offered them to Harry Taylor took them and put them on over his regular clothes.
Xendolier examined him and gave a small sigh, "Although I am worried someone will see your clothing under your robes and find it strange."
"I wouldn't stress, if someone sees my clothing for a second and from a distance it won't look weird," Harry put his new robes on over his regular clothing.
"I suppose you're right," Xendolier conceded, "Hold on to my arm, this may feel strange*." (*They aren't apparating but are using similar vampire magic called Fading.) Harry saw the field disappear, going fuzzy like a TV with bad reception. It was replaced with a large well-lit street. Harry spun in a circle, trying to take in the fascinating spectacle. There were various people in robes of every color as well as shops filled with unimaginably incredible objects. Light chatter floated down the street as witches and wizards alike gossiped about friends, sports, and politics.
"This way Harrius," Xendolier said, gently dragging boy to a store that's sign said 'Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.' Harry found himself in a rather small store and looked around and saw another boy his age. With this boy were an eccentrically dressed middle-aged man and a young-ish man with twinkling silver eyes.
"Hogwarts as well?" the young man asked, turning to face Harry and Xendolier.
"Yes." Xendolier drawled, seeming like a bored and annoyed aristocrat.
"Name?"
"Harrius Black," Harry told the man.
"All right, Professor Dumbledore I'm sure I can leave you with Tom to find the right wand. Go through all these," the young man pointed to rather large piles boxes, "And call me and if you find one or if none of them fit." He promptly ran into the back of the shop, leaving the four customers rather bewildered. The man returned with almost 30 boxes then picked one up and said, turning to face Harry, "I'm Ollivander." Ollivander opened one of the boxes and even Harry the wand inside.
"Wave it," Ollivander instructed. As Harry did what he was told Ollivander began to mutter to himself, "A Black…perhaps something strong… yew, no mahogany… and dragon heartstring?" Ollivander grabbed back the wand he'd given Harry replacing it with another. This happened several times until, "Holly and phoenix feather, 11 inches," began to glow gently once it touched Harry's hand.
"Perfect," Xendolier announced, "How much?" he quickly paid for the wand but remained in the shop, examining a few books on wandlore. Harry was left to look at the boy, Tom. He was rather handsome, Harry decided, tall for his age with neat black hair and dark blue eyes. Finally the boy found a suitable wand "Yew and phoenix feather, 13 ½ inches" as the man with him paid, Tom walked up to Harry.
"Hello my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle," Harry was surprised at Tom's voice when he introduced himself. There was almost disgust for his name. He was curious about Tom so he decided to reply "Harrius Black. But everyone calls me Harry."
"Well, then," the boy's gaze was cold and calculating, "I suppose I'll see you at Hogwarts, Harry." And Tom exited the shop behind Dumbledore leaving harry with mystery. Who was this strange boy?
A/N: a few things-first I'm not sure when Voldemort was a kid but I'm assuming it was about 1940. Also I know he decided to go to Diagon Alley and get his things by himself but it wouldn't have worked as well so I had him go with Dumbledore. That's pretty much it, if you have questions or comments-review!
A/N 2: I have a timeline and I'm fixing the dates. (My timeline works on the assumption that Tom was born in 1926. JKR is never clear he could be born any time from 1926-1930)
