I thought I might try my hand at writing Harry Potter fan fiction. Hope you enjoy! ;)

Chapitre Préliminaire:

December 31st, 1956

The sky looked bleak with its ominous dark clouds and starless expanse. It made some sense though that it would appear that way. Tonight a child was born in a small orphanage called Wool's. The baby did not wail like a normal baby should and the midwife found that peculiar. "He doesn't cry." A middle aged woman said. She looked down at dark brown eyes belonging to a small round face. "Let me see him! Let me see my child." A frail woman lying on a broken mattress stretched her thin arms out. She wanted her baby.

The midwife handed the baby over warily. She was not sure that the baby be safe in the mother's arms. "Oh, my baby," the woman said. She smiled a soft small smile. She looked down at the strange infant, "He looks like him. He looks like my Tom. That'll be his name. Tom… Tom Marvolo Riddle." It was then that the baby made a noise and fisted the air. The midwife sighed as she examined the weak mother.

"You very ill and you've lost a lot of blood. Let me take the child and—"

"No, you won't take my Tom. I can't have him taken…away." She said. Her breathing became heavy.

"But ma'am—"

"No!"

The woman clenched tighter to her child and leaned back. The midwife sighed. It didn't matter. The woman would die either way. Nor would it seem anyone would miss her, she wasn't a pretty thing, the midwife thought. "Do you have a name, ma'am? I can't write it into the birth certificate when the doctor comes." The midwife inquired. The woman looked up and smiled small, "Yes, Merope Gaunt-Riddle, and my Tom's father is Thomas Riddle." The midwife nodded making a key note to remember this information.

"Can I be alone with my child?" Merope asked.

The midwife swallowed before walking towards the door. She paused for a moment and then left. Merope looked down at her son again and brushed some of the boy's soft hair. He was so precious and although he had years to grow, she knew that Tom would look just like his father. She was more than pleased with this. "My Tom, my Tom, don't you worry my little baby. Soon Thomas will come for us. He'll realize he can't live without his wife and his new baby. Oh my Tom, you're so precious."

Merope sighed before slumping in her spot and closing her eyes. Tom only closed his eyes as well, falling asleep. A light knock then came at the door. "Ma'am, the doctor is here." The midwife called from behind the oak door. "Ma'am?" she knocked once more when she heard no reply.

She pushed the door open and peeked inside. Merope's face had taken on a peaceful look as she lay there on the bed. The midwife frowned and entered the room. She scooped Tom into her arms and looked more closely at Merope. "Oh dear," she muttered once she realized the woman was dead.

"Doctor, I fear it may be too late." She announced as the doctor walked in.

A freckled and bespectacled man around his late forties walked in with a doctor's bag. He scratched his sandy blonde hair and sighed. "That's unfortunate." He came over and hooked his stethoscope in his ears. The doctor listened for Merope's heart beat but heard none. "Well, a shame really, but it seems you will be having a new addition to your orphanage." The doctor said. "So it would seem…" the midwife muttered. "I'll go and speak with Mrs. Cole, Agnes. I suppose she'll be signing off on the birth certificate? Does the boy not have a father?" the doctor spoke.

The midwife looked down at the sleeping child, "The mother only stated that the boy's father was Thomas Riddle. I have no clue if he is deceased or not. There are no Riddles in London that much I know." The doctor nodded and then left the room. "Well I better lay you down to rest and start up some fresh feed for you. This will be troublesome, but Marie will be happy to take care of another baby"

January 23rd, 1960

"He is such a peculiar child." Mrs. Cole said for the second time that day. Marie nodded in agreement. "But he is so adorable, such a cute little boy." Agnes snorted, "That's just because he doesn't give you hell like the rest of us."

"Whatever do you mean?" Marie asked. They were watching the children play outside that day, and as per usual, little Tom sat far away from all the other children. "He doesn't talk unless to be crude, and acts as if the world revolves around him." Agnes said. "Let's remember it is Marie who has spoiled him." Mrs. Cole remarked. "True," Agnes agreed. Marie looked between her two superiors. "I couldn't help but too! He was such a cute baby, and didn't put up a fuss like the rest."

Agnes and Mrs. Cole rolled their eyes to that response. Agnes then blew her silver whistle and called the children in for lunch. Tom was the last to make his way back into the orphanage. "Come, Tom-Tom, time for lunch." Marie said. She gave the silent child a happy smile, grabbed his hand, and then walked him into the building. Agnes chuckled darkly, "Tom-Tom, that's rich." Tom's eyes narrowed as he glanced up at Agnes. The old midwife looked back at Tom. Something sinister glinted in the boy's eyes. She frowned. That wasn't normal.

"Are we having bean soup again, Mrs. Cole?" One of the older children asked. "Yes now hush up, or you won't get any. Agnes, and Marie?" she called her two assistants. Marie let go of Tom's hand after directing him to their 'special' table. Marie was attached to Tom like a moth to a flame. She had to hold Tom's hand everywhere if not at least be in the same room. "Come along children; get your hot bowls of bean soup." Marie spoke merrily to the little orphans.

They came one by one and filled their bowls, and took a small piece of bread. They went back to their seats and at their table's small cups were full of water. After all the children were served, Marie grabbed two bowls a large piece of bread and brought it to her and Tom's table. "Look how she gives him such special treatment. It's a wonder the children haven't gone on a riot." Agnes commented. Mrs. Cole looked around the room and her eyes landed on Tom, she frowned. "Yes, well it is none of our concerns. The children have not complained, and at least Marie keeps the child occupied."

July 29th, 1965

A small boy with bright eyes looked at Mrs. Cole. He seemed like a carefree child. Such pretty eyes he had too. "What's your name boy?" Mrs. Cole asked. The boy looked down on the floor before looking up, "Hawwy." He speaks. He was missing two front teeth. "How old are you?" Harry looked down again and then back up. It seemed as though he was thinking about his answers. "Fouw an' half, ma'am." Mrs. Cole sighed. "Well, welcome to Wool's orphanage. You will be staying here until you turn seventeen or someone adopts you. Is that clear?"

"Yes"

"Good. Do you have any questions before I let Agnes take care of you?" Mrs. Cole inquired. "Whewe do I sweep?" Harry asked. Mrs. Cole sighed, "Agnes, show him to his room, and makes sure Marie gives him something to eat." "Yes, ma'am," Agnes replied. Harry was then dragged by the arm up a circular staircase down a dinky hall. The room at the end of the hall stood ajar, and Marie stepped out. She was carrying some old sheets when she looked up and saw Agnes with the new addition.

"Oh, is this Harry?" Marie asked.

Agnes nodded and shoved the boy to her. "Make sure he gets fed." She said and then left.

Harry looked up at Marie and back down. He shuffled on his feet and twiddled his thumbs before looking up at her again. "Oh, you are so adorable!" She squealed. She immediately dropped the sheets into a bin and grabbed Harry's hand. "I'm going to show you your room. You're going to share it with Tom. I hope you and he get along. He doesn't get many roommates. And since the last one was scared off, no one wants to share a room with him. Of course we aren't forcing you to share a room with him; it's just that we have gotten so full. It's all very sad. I wish these children were able to find parents, especially Tom."

Harry looked in wonder at the woman named Marie. She seemed to be able to talk a mile in a minute without needing to breath. "Well, here we are! Tom, your new roommate is here." Marie said. Harry stiffened when he felt the aura of the room. It was dark and threatening but he still followed Marie inside. Sitting on a small cot in one corner of the room, a handsome young boy with dark eyes and dark curly hair looked out the window. He was swinging his long legs but stopped when Marie approached him. Harry found it curious that the previous attendants of the room were scared of this pretty, young boy.

"Tom, I'd like you to meet Harry." Marie said. She turned to Harry and gestured him over. Harry walked up to Tom and peered at him. Tom gazed him down. "He's small." Tom said. Marie nodded, "He is only five, and his family wasn't very nice to him."

"I'm fouw an' half, ma'am." Harry corrected.

"Excuse me?" Marie inquired, she didn't quite catch that.

"He said he's four and a half, Marie." Tom supplied.

Harry nodded and then flashed a grin, showing off his missing teeth. "Ah, how cute," Marie squealed once more. Tom snorted and glared at the little boy who only smiled shyly at him.

December 21st, 1967

"Ah, come on, Tom. Don't be so stingy." Harry whined. He no longer had missing teeth, he was fortunate the ones he lost were baby teeth and his adults grew out. Tom snarled at Harry before slapping the boy upside the head. Harry was the first of Tom's many roommates to last longer than two weeks. Harry had been there for two year. He was the only child Tom could tolerate. "I do as I please, Harry. So shut up." Tom growled before turning in the desk chair and facing the window.

They had only one desk in their small room, and only one could use it at a time. They had to take turns. But Tom always occupied it more than Harry did, and barely even let Harry use it at all. "I have to study my French, Tom, and you already finished. Let me have a turn using the desk." Harry complained.

"You can study on the bed." Tom snapped.

"You know I can't, I'll only fall asleep. The desk helps remind me I need to study." Harry reasoned.

Tom slapped his forehead, "You are a blooming idiot. Fine, use the desk, but don't touch my stuff, got it?"

"Yes, Tom."

Harry happily jumped the desk chair the moment Tom got off it. The elder boy rolled his eyes before occupying the place Harry was once at. He sighed in discomfort as he sat on the creaky bed. The springs were already piercing the surface and it was a feat every night to sleep on the beds without getting stabbed. Tom continued reading his book, Dracula. Harry indulged himself in a good dose of French when a sharp knock on the door took them both out of their comforting silence.

"Who is it?" Tom asked. He was irritated.

"It's Marie, Tom-Tom!" Marie's familiar voice shouted. Harry giggled at Tom's nickname. Tom side-glanced at Harry and glared, Harry stopped laughing. "Come in," Tom said. Marie stepped into the room with two bags and set them on Harry's bed. His bed was on the right and Tom's on the left. Yet Harry enjoyed occupying Tom's bed more than his. "I've brought you some clothes for church tomorrow." Marie said. Tom scowled and Harry smiled. He like getting new clothes and so did Tom, but Tom hated church too. "Why must I go?" Tom asked.

Marie looked at Tom with a frown. "Well because tomorrow's church, and all good Christians must go to church. It's only right. Besides, tomorrow is adoption day! Isn't that exciting?" Tom's features hardened. "I have no interest in being adopted." He then lied back down on his bed and continued to read his book. A sad face befell Marie. She turned back to the bags and pulled out two suites, one Tom's size and the other Harry's. Harry felt bad for making Marie sad. She was such a nice lady.

"I can't wait, Marie. I'd love to get adopted, but then I'd miss you." Harry said. Marie's face lightened up and she smiled. "Well I'm sure I can visit. Oh, you'll look so cute in this Harry. It's just your size." Harry gave her a cheeky grin and reached for his suite. "Would you like me to try it on?" Harry inquired. Marie thought on it, "No, I'd rather be surprised tomorrow." She then left the room with one last glance at Tom.

"Why are you so mean to her? She only wants the best for you." Harry said. He turned in his chair to face Tom. He was fortunate the desk was placed in between their beds. "Why don't you go back to studying your French, Harry? Or better yet, shut up." Tom turned a page in his book. He was nearly down with it. He found the story of Dracula so fascinating to the point it was pathetic. "You're a right jerk, Tom." Harry remarked.

Tom sighed, pulling his book away from his face to look at Harry. "Really?" Harry pouted at Tom. "You know you'd get more friends if you were nicer." Harry murmured. Tom rolled his eyes. "Why should I when I have you and I didn't have to be nice."

Harry's perked up at this. "You mean you think of me as a friend?" Tom rolled onto his side. "Don't put words in my mouth I didn't use." Harry smiled though. It was the first time Tom acknowledged their strange relationship, he was happy. Harry always saw Tom as his best friend even though they were four years apart. "But you admitted you don't have to be nice to be friends with someone cause you weren't nice to me but you consider me as a friend, right?"

"God, you're annoying."

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Children squealed and giggled as they lined up in front of the gate of Wool's Orphanage. They were to go to church to day, like every Sunday, but this time they would go with chance of finding a new home. "Children, make sure your coats, hats, and gloves are on. It's a chilly day today." Mrs. Cole announced. Agnes was already unlocking the gate and pulling it open. "Come on Tom, they're going to leave us." Harry panicked. He was at the door looking outside waiting for Tom. The elder boy chose to take his time putting his gloves and hat on. "Tom…" Harry whined. Tom rolled his eyes but followed the boy out.

"Hurry up, Harry, Tom!" Mrs. Cole called. The two boys raced a bit to catch up with the two-lined orphans. "Look at what Tom's wearing?" one of the little orphan girl's whispered to another. The boys glanced at Tom before looking at each other. However, although this went on, Tom was completely unfazed. Harry frowned. "What's wrong with what Tom's wearing?" The girls giggled and turned away. "Hey, Harry, come walk with us." One of the boys around Tom's age said. Harry looked at Tom who remained stoic faced. "Okay," Harry said and walked on ahead.

"Why do you bother with that freak?" a boy with freckles and a round face asked. "Who's a freak, Richard? Are you talking about Tom?" Harry asked, confused. "Of course I'm talking about Tom, you idiot! Who else would I be talking about?" Richard shouted. Harry shrugged his shoulders, "Little Josephina is pretty freaky if you ask me." Richard made a face and looked Josephina who had a big nose. "Eh, you're right about that. But Tom's the real freak. He did some strange stuff to Johnny-boy over there." Richard gestured to a boy that was walking clumsily next to Mrs. Cole.

"So? He probably deserved it." Harry said. "We've talked about this before, I like Tom. I like being around him. He is my roommate after all."

Richard squinted at Harry. He looked back at Tom and then back at Harry. "I suppose you have to keep this mask up. He'd probably have you hang yourself like he did to Jane's rabbit." Harry frowned. He didn't think that was possible. "Whatever, I'm going back to Tom now." He stepped back and slowed his pace down until he matched up with Tom. "Richard's weird." Harry commented. Tom narrowed his eyes as he watched Richard's back. "Don't talk to him, ever." Tom ordered. Harry blinked and looked at Tom.

oOoOoOoOoOo

"Alright, children, I know you are exhausted but we've made it. Now if all of you can go and sit quietly, I would be most very please." Mrs. Cole said. The children in single file diverged and found a sit in the pit of the church. The sermon would start soon. "Tom, let's sit here." Harry pointed to the very front rows. "You're stupid," Tom said. He then took a sit in the fourth last row in the far back. Harry frowned, he did not like sitting in the back.

"I want to sit in the front." Harry pouted.

"Then sit there."

"Fine!"

Harry walked to the front and took a seat to a lady in black. She was looking at the podium where the preacher would stand. She was pretty. She had such nice long white-blonde hair and her blue eyes sparkled. Harry couldn't help but stare her. "It's rude to stare at people, child." The woman spoke before looking down at him. Harry blushed and looked away. "You have gemstones for eyes, child. Such a pretty color, I'm rather envious." Harry's cheeks turned a dark red.

"Don't be so humble, child. Accept my compliment." The woman said. Harry nodded, "Thank you."

The priest walked out of another room and came up to the podium. He lay his bible down and the sermon began. Harry nearly dosed off throughout the sermon. He could feel the woman's eyes watching him though. It was in the middle of the sermon that Harry felt a slight tremor. He turned around and looked directly Tom. He was frightened. Tom had a dark and sinister look on his face. He seemed…insane. Harry paled. He knew Tom did bad things to people who hurt him. He knew Tom could make things move without touching them. He could tame animals within minutes.

"Excuse me," Harry said before sliding off his seat. The woman was watching him closely. Harry wondered down the aisle, earning himself a seething glare from Mrs. Cole. "Tom," he whispered when he stopped next to his roommate. "Leave now," Tom hissed. Harry pouted. He felt the tremor again and looked up at the ceiling. The giant chandelier was shaking. "Tom, don't." Harry reasoned. Tom looked at Harry; he leaned into the younger boy. He blew his breath in his face causing Harry to blush. "Hush, and let me do as I please." Tom said. Harry's eyes drooped and he began to walk away to the door the lead out of the sermon hall. "Okay," Harry muttered.

Tom smirked and then looked up at the ceiling. He looked back at the people sitting quietly. The sermon hall was not completely full much to Tom's chagrin. Tom could feel an icy stare and he met the blue eyes of the blonde woman. He then turned to look at Mrs. Cole who looked at him. Her face frowned before her eyes widen in horror. Tom grinned darkly. He stood up from his seat and turned to walk away and follow Harry. It was then that the chandelier's rope holdings snapped and came crashing down on everyone.

Harry snapped out of his trance when he heard screams and turned to see Tom casually walking towards him. "Oh my God, Tom, what did you do?" Harry gasped. He raced passed Tom only to have his arm yanked and pulled to Tom's side. "We are leaving." Tom said. Harry's face marred into despair as he looked at the close doors of the sermon hall. All those innocent people and the woman with blues eyes were dead.

"Tom, how could you?" Harry asked. He looked livid. Tom kept his mouth shut and continued to pull Harry outside and into a dark alley of the abbey. "Shut up, Harry, just shut up!" Tom snapped. Harry clenched his fists and then lunged himself on Tom. "I know you hate them, Tom, but that was cruel." Harry cried while slamming his fists into Tom's chest. "That was so cruel." Tom growled and shoved Harry off of him. "You promised me you'd stop hurting them." Tom closed his eyes. "What changed?"

"Richard"

Harry blinked. "What?" Tom scowled. "That stupid fool talked with you, I heard him. I don't care anymore, Harry. They don't deserve to live. They deserve nothing but pain. That chandelier didn't kill anyone. You're so naïve." Harry frowned and his eyes welled up. "I hate you." Something in Tom snapped, he shoved Harry against the alley wall and then punched him in the stomach. Harry buckled and clutched his stomach when Tom let go. "Don't ever say that. You said you were my friend, you can't hate me." Harry cried.

Tom then slumped against the wall. "I'm sorry, Harry." He sounded genuinely apologetic but it was a lie. Harry stopped crying though and sat on his knees still holding his stomach. He was confused. Tom always confused him. Their friendship was strange and consisted of pain and mental anguish. "S'okay," Harry mumbled. Tom crawled to Harry and cupped his face pushing his forehead against Harry's. "You're my friend, Harry. I need you, and I don't want to share." Harry nodded.

Car tires squealed and a black car pulled up near the alley. Two men walked out and grabbed Tom and Harry before they could do anything. They were knocked out and thrown into the trunk. How strange, Tom thought before he blacked out. Harry could only remember the woman in black with blue eyes.

oOoOoOoOoOo

"Be gentle with them, Rabastan." A soothing voice said.

Tom blinked at the bright light, and sat up. He was lying on a couch. Harry was slumped in a large red Victorian chair knocked out. He frowned, where were they? "I see your awake." It was a woman's voice. The woman with blonde hair and blue eyes looked at him. Tom narrowed his eyes. He had seen her before he dropped the chandelier. "Who are you?" Tom asked. The woman chuckled and walked further into the room. She had a glass of wine in her hand. Red wine.

"Narcissa, Narcissa Black." She spoke with such…superiority. Tom disliked it. He was superior.

"What are going to do with me, and Harry?" Tom said. He glanced at his younger companion.

Narcissa smiled. "I will not harm you. The truth is I want you and your friend to be my children. Due to an unfortunate accident, I cannot bear children." "Why?" Tom asked. He was skeptical. "Because you both hold power I have never seen. It is great and even greater when you are around each other. I was impressed at how you could so easily use magic wandlessly." Tom's eyebrows rose. "Magic?" "Yes, magic, my child. It exists, and you have a great dose of it. You will grow to be a powerful wizard under the right tutelage."

Tom lied back down. He knew he was special, but magic? He never knew it existed. "All you want is us to be your children?" Tom inquired looking at her in an awkward angle. Harry made a noise in his sleep and slumped further in the chair. Narcissa smiled. "Yes, that is all I want." Tom looked up at the ceiling. If the woman was trying to trick them, Tom could always deal with her. "Fine," he mumbled before closing his eyes. He was awfully tired. "Excellent, I will get Rabastan and Theodore to take you to your rooms—"

"No, Harry stays with me and me alone." Tom snapped. He shot up from his relaxed position and glared at the woman. Narcissa looked hungrily at the boy's eyes, red. Black slit pupils with red irises were staring back at her.

Power.