Relak
Summery : Instead of dieing, from the killing curse sent by Voldemort. 'The boy who lived', gets transported back in time, to 1938 London, and is found by the very person who sent him there. DarkHarry! May contain some slash later on so don't read if you don't like.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and probably never will, so don't sue me.
Author note: Did you know Harry was only 1 year, 1 month and 30 days old when he rejected the killing curse, there or there abouts. The ages in this fan fict hopefully match up with Rowling's righting. For example in 1998 according to Rowling, 'The Chamber of Secrets' was opened 50 years before, making that year 1948. The year Tom Riddle turns 16. Which means he would be 6 in 1938, the year in this fan fict that he found Harry or Relak, whatever you may wish to call him.
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Chapter 1: The Bench
The children at St. Augustus' Home for abandoned and the needy, got Saturdays off from chores so they could go down to the local park. For many of the residents at the Home this was a time of relaxation and enjoyment, having fun with their friends, and getting away from the hassles that came with being an Orphan. Yet there were some who blatantly refused to go. This was, of course expected from some of the older children under care of the home but one six year old boy always kicked up a fuss at the mention of the P-A-R-K. Well almost always. Tom Marvoldo Riddle was one of the many inhabitants of St. Augustus', he was only six yet he appeared to have the run of the place.
Tom had been born in one of the musty rooms of St. Augustus' and knew it like the back of his hand. He scared Workers and residents alike, and for all the wrongly right reasons. Tom was probably behind a great many crimes, everyone suspected it, yet there was never a shred of evidence against him. And he knew it. For that reason he appeared to have no friends. Not saying he couldn't have friends, he could have anyone he wanted as a 'friend'. He wasn't even bad looking, in fact quite the opposite. A cascade of raven black hair, that refused to be tamed, fell into his icy blue eyes and a smirk seamed to have settled it's self on his face. He was tall for his age, sporty and very intelligent. No it wasn't that he couldn't have friends he didn't want them.
It was a Saturday, a park day, and for the first time in his short life Tom was up and ready for it. He had a good feeling about the park today, a very good feeling. Tom wrapped his scarf around his neck as it was October and he didn't want to be stuck in bed with a flu, like last year. It had been embarrassing enough when he was 5, stupid Ms. Brockenhurst had force fed him a greasy brown slush, she called soup. But then again, she learnt her lesson pretty quickly, well, compared to all the others. An evil grin settled on his face as he began eating his toast and jam, and the children nearest to the young boy backed off slightly.
"Looks like you'll be coming to the park today then Tom?" The head councilor, if you could call her that, of St. Augustus's had just strolled through the open door to an unearthly quiet room. Tom looked up.
"Yes ma'am." Tom looked up and gave her a grin "I've a good feeling about today." He announced to the shuddering forms of children. What was a good feeling for Tom certainly didn't bode well for the rest of them.
"Well don't you go looking for trouble now." She eyed the boy disapprovingly, she knew what a good feeling with Tom meant, generally a hell of a lot of paperwork for her.
" Don't worry," Tom smirked " It can find me of it's own accord.' The woman looked at him disapprovingly once more before leaving the room, nose in the air.
"It usually does."
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Tom sat down on the bench and kicked his legs. He generally trusted his good feelings, but today's one had so far been yet to prove true, sure he'd been able to scare the kids on the swings off in record time, but that wasn't usually what the good feelings were about. Generally they were about some new skill he'd find. And to top it all off he had caught a flu type thing, this day had been one of the worst he'd ever had. Stupid good feeling he thought bitterly, and then something grabbed his leg.
Tom jumped off the bench, and almost screamed. It wasn't everyday you got attacked by little hands. Little hands?. It must've been one of the younger children playing dares or something. Tom felt utterly ridiculous. He glanced around nervously, good, no one had seen his reaction. He doubted that the child could have gotten far, so that meant he was still under the bench. He bent down, and looked under the bench. It was not what he'd been expecting.
Fiery green eyes gazed into his own, and whatever hate Tom felt smouldered. This was his good feeling, he had known something good was going to happen today. He scooped Up the little boy and placed him on his lap. The boy reached up and touched Tom's nose. It was sweet, and Tom smiled.
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"What have you got there Tom?" The woman comes over and attempts to prod the bundle in toms arms. Tom shouts and pulls it tighter to his chest.
"The question isn't what, it's whom!" he says, with a slight grin on his face.
"What on earth have you done Tom?" the councillor made a grab for the baby in his arms.
"I haven't done anything ma'am," he grinned again and jumped back. "I've simply found my brother." The woman looked at him speechlessly and then began.
"But Tom don't you remember, your mother died giving birth, he cant be your brother…" Tom looked up into her eyes as she trailed off, the iris' unfocused and then.
"Aww your brother, that's sweet, what's his name?" Tom paused for a split second.
"He's called Relak," he paused again. "Relak Cai Riddle." Tom smiled proudly down on his baby brother.
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A/N: That's chapter one, hoped you enjoyed it, if anyone knows the name of the head care worker / councillor person, please do tell my HBP has gotten mislaid,
thanks in advance,
Lorkin