This is a completley insane story consisting of, but not limited to:

Dark!Light!Reversal

Good!Dark/Bad!Light

Twin!Harry

Sibling!Overuse

Good(but not at all Light)!Voldemort

Liberties taken with Mating

Underage sex (but not in a creepy way...it's hard to explain)

Tons of slash relationships

Evil!Dumbledore

**Bigger summary next chapter, so feel free to review**

Prologue: Riddle Manor

Riddle Manor was a slightly scary place. The people in the town of Elsing, Norfolk, were terrified of it, for the most part, but none more than the Wizarding population, for they knew who lived there…

The whole building was done in versions of gray and black, and was literally huge. A dozen small families could live there for years without knowing the others existed.

"I hear it's so big, You-Know-Who himself gets lost in there," Georgia Garner once whispered to Morgan Bradshaw as they nearly ran past the house in question.

There was a pond in front. It was a pool, actually, but only the inhabitants knew that. It tended to look a little…dark, shall we say? Leading people to talk even more….

"I hear they hide all the bodies of the Light in there," Finley Kirk said one November, nudging Billy Davey on the street as they passed.

There weren't any flowers; just dark trees, shrubs, and bushes.

"I heard fromLydiathat if they try to plant anything nice, it shrivels right up." gushed Lady Goddard to Liam Flowers on Christmas Eve.

No one ever saw anyone go in or come out, but the shrubs, trees, and dark grass were all in perfect groom, and never was so much as a shingle out of place on the home.

"Icarus told me that they have protection spells up so that no one can see them, but they're there, mark my words…." hissed Mr. Vincent to his son Gaylord while they were trimming their hedges.

What no one knew – not Georgia, a photographer for the Daily Prophet, no Morgan, whose father owned Dervish and Bangs, or Finley Kirk, an Auror, or even gossipy old Lady Goddard – was that many people did, in fact, live there. There were no bodies in the pond, nor did Voldemort get lost often (or ever, at least that he would admit), nor did flowery plants shrivel in the yard – in fact there was a lovely greenhouse out back.

One of the residents of Elsing had things right, however, and that was Mr. Vincent. Spells did indeed protect the inhabitants of Riddle Manor from prying eyes.

You see, most of the people in Elsing – the wizards and witches, that is – were Light. Everyone but those at the Manor. It wasn't their fault, really; they had all been lied to for years and years. The question is, when the lies of Albus Dumbledore are revealed, who will turn to the right side?

Only time will tell….

Now, however, the Riddle Manor is invisible. It's not safe anymore for the families there to be seen at all – not even the children.

Vincent swore to Merlin that he had been looking at it one second, and the next it was gone. Lady Goddard said that it must have been torn down – levelled, all in one night! – but she was wrong. Finley said that the Ministry had ordered an investigation on the house (with no cause, mind you), but it had vanished before it was carried out. Georgia and Morgan both swore up, down, and sideways that Voldemort had simply gotten lost so many times he finally destroyed the home in retaliation. Liam Flowers just said they were all nuts.

Only poor Vincent was correct, but they carted him off to St. Mungo's, paying no attention to his screams of "They're using the Fidelius now, mark my words! It's still there, I say! It's there!"