A/N: I got this idea when my sister bought a new ring. (Which I now won't take of.)
Rated M (just to be sure).
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.

Quick facts list.

-Riddle is still handsome.

-He never made horcruxes.

-He never died because he never went after the Potters.

-James was his friend in school. They had a fallout because of Riddle's ideas.

-The Potters were murdered by Riddle's followers.

-Riddle still doesn't know who did kill the Potters.

-Book 6 and book 7 never happened.

-Draco Malfoy is still in school. (Harry, Ron and Hermione are also still in school)

-They are all in their last year.

-The golden trio just joined The Order as youngest members ever.

Prologue: Sixteen years ago.

A group of four men, all dressed in a mix of leather and black fabric, were making their way through a huge manor in the middle of the night.
They came from the highest floor and were now waiting for something in front of a wooden, double door.
While they were waiting, they were arguing. .

-"You should tell him, He knows you best."

-"You will tell Him. Because whoever tells him probably won't live to see the next day."

-"Will the both of you just 'shut the fuck up'! Someone obviously has to tell Him.
I say we toss a coin. The two that lose go once more against each other."

When the doors opened, they strode inside the room. The one that lost the toss came in slowly behind the others.
How he was the one that lost you ask?

Well … He was the only one that didn't cheat of course.

The room they had entered was magnificently decorated although there wasn't much furniture in the room.
The easiest way to describe the room would be to say that it is a throne room.
Even though there were two thrones, only one of them was occupied.

The person on the throne was a handsome male who was in his early twenties.
He had dark hair and dark blue eyes with silver flecks in it.
He was wearing jeans and a black sweater which clung to his chest showing of his toned form.

When the four men approached the throne, they shivered at the same time.
You would shiver too when all of your instincts were screaming at you to turn around and run as fast as you can.
The man on the throne had an aura around him that screamed: Danger! Beware! Power! and that last is certainly not the least.
The whole room shimmered in anger and power.

The man that lost the toss felt very unlucky at that moment.

-"I hope you four have a very good reason for making my house elves wake me."
The voice of the man sitting on the throne said after the four had bowed to him.
The danger oozing from the velvet voice made the four men think twice about wanting to tell him.
Well, too late now isn't it.

They pushed the one that had lost the toss to the front.

–"Hmm, how Slytherin of you. Making the most honest one of you tell me." He said with an impatient tone in his voice.

"Uhm, well uhm …"

–"Bloody hell, just spit it out! I'm done waiting and I want to go back to bed."
Sensing the impatience in the intimidating man's voice, the man quickly replied.

"She escaped Sir."

–"What did you say? Come again? Hahaha!" His cold laugh frightened the four like nothing else ever had.

-"Hahaha, I thought you said that she escaped. I'm sure you didn't say that. So what DID you say exactly?"

"She did escape Sir." The man said in a whispered voice.

The man on the throne took a deep breath.
"What! How did that happen? There are eight of you assigned to guard that room, how did she get out!"

"She went through the window and we suspect she found some way to use her magic again, Sir"

"If she did get her magic back, she could have slipped right past every guard in this mansion without being noticed.
Hell, she could have been tap-dancing right in front of me and I wouldn't have noticed her."

"Wait! …"

He closed his eyes for a moment while massaging his temples. When he opened his eyes again, they were darker than ever before.
"What … about … the baby."
He said, barely controlling his rage and by consequence, only barely controlling his magic.

"She took the baby, Sir."

"No!" His uncontrolled magic shattered the windows and made cracks in the wall.
"Find her! Find them both and bring them back! Now!"

The four men ran out of the room terrified by the power of the uncontrolled magic and they went searching at once.
Neither of them wanted to bring more bad news to their leader that night but one would have to.

In the hour between the moment that the guards found out about the escape and the actual search,
one of the escapees was already murdered by the ones she thought would save her.

While his men were searching for the escapees, the lord of the Manor was pacing in the throne room.
He didn't want to ruin more rooms by going somewhere else in the Manor.
When he had his anger and magic under control, he started walking through the manor.
He walked all the way to the top-floor.

Once there, he stopped in front of a wooden double door.
He traced the carvings of the door with his hands before entering the room.
The room he entered was a nursery. It was painted purple with a purple tree and a white fence on the wall.
The crib was white, as was the couch next to the crib and the rocking chair next to the window.
He went straight to the crib and took a small stuffed lion cub from between all the other stuffed animals.

He went to sit in the rocking chair and while saying:
"I'll find you, my baby. I won't forget about you."
Out loud to himself, he held the stuffed animal knowing it was her favourite.

If someone else was in the room, they would have seen something nobody had ever seen that man do.
They would have seen a silver sheen of tears covering the handsome man's cheeks while he was sitting there in the dark.

They would have seen a silver drop fall from his face onto the lion cub.

A/N: Just a prologue to see if there is any interest in the story.

My other story will come first, so updates will come but they'll come irregularly.

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