The Bedazzling Adventures of an Unfortunate Time Traveller

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling

Summary: "They look alike, don't they?" Although it was true, both women knew it was impossible. "We could pretend that they are twins." Mrs Cole nodded. "Tom Marvolo and Hadrian Ignotus Riddle" TIMETRAVEL. HPTR. HPLV. SLASH. TWINCEST. An unfortunate accident at the Ministry leads to many changes in time.

A/N: I wasn't satisfied with the first chapter/prologue, so I revised it. I want to thank everyone for the reviews, favourites and follows and I hope you'll still like the story.

Prologue

Bend. Duck. Roll. Avoid.

That were the only things Harry was focused on.

Damn.

Damn his stupid hero-complex. Why did he have to play the role of the hero? The Gryffindor.

Expelliarmus. Protego. Stupefy.

Green, red, blue, purple lights everywhere. The air in the room was stuffy and electric due to all the spells that were fired. It was magical.

Evade. Run.

Harry observed his surroundings. People from both sides were being hit by all kinds of spells. The older wizards and witches could handle themselves, but that did not apply to the younger ones. Most of the spells were unknown to the fourth and fifth year students. It was horrid. It was terrifying. But the Death Eaters were not aiming on the students.

Jump.

They were aiming on him. On the Prophesied. The one who is supposed to vanquish the Dark Lord. His friends were in this mess because of him. The aurors were here because of him. He was here because of Voldemort.

Voldemort.

The Dark Lord.

And Harry was supposed to take him on and save the Wizarding World. But the Boy-Who-Lived couldn't even save himself from this situation. Never mind his friends and the aurors. How was he supposed to come up to expectations? The sole thing Harry was certain of, was that everything was his fault. It was his fault that his friends were getting injured.

Stupefy. Protego.

What if he would run away? Would the Death Eaters come after him? He could try. He was going to try.

Slowly.

Hesitating to the exit.

Were the Death Eaters coming? Preoccupied with executing his plan, he didn't notice Lucius' and Bellatrix's sudden disappearance. It was the Bedazzling Hex, which concealed them and gave them the opportunity to eliminate the boy unnoticed. They were firing spell after spell.

Crucio. Crucio. Confringo. Expulso.

Harry turned around and ran.

Run. Run. Don't trip.

His legs were taking him towards an unknown destination. An unknown, safe destination. A door appeared on his left. Should he enter? What if it was a trap?

Expulso.

He duck just on time and entered the room. Once he was in, the door disappeared. Just like the door of the Room of Requirement. Lucius and Bellatrix were not pleased and fired Expulso after Expulso at the spot where the door should have been. While the Gryffindor searched for a hiding place, the Death Eaters broke into the room. The enormous explosion broke most of the objects in the room. Mysterious, dangerous objects. Amongst other things a suspicious looking jar with blue sand. Most of the blue sand ended up on Harry. And after a deafening noise the boy disappeared into nothingness.

There was a weird sensation in his stomach. A sensation that felt a bit suspect to that of a Portkey.

February 27th, 1927

Although it was already February, the snow hadn't melted. A bone chilling cold reigned everywhere in England. Due to the war the orphanages had to work with reduced funds. The children had to sleep in groups and share their blankets. The babies had to share their cots. And they had to do it with the little bits of food they would get from the generous. Wool's orphanage too.

When someone knocked on the door of Wool's orphanage, Ben thought it was the nice backer that brought them some bread once in a while. So he opened the door –although Martha told him not to. To his own amazement he saw no one and wanted to close the door, but he heard a sound from a distance and went to check it out.

Right. Around the corner. In an alley.

On the ground was a box covered with snow. Ben hesitated. 'What if it's filled with spiders?' But the ten year old mustered all his courage, removed the snow and opened the box.

"MRS COLE! MARTHA!"

The women ran to the boy, while thinking of the worst.

"What is it Benjamin? Did something happen?" Martha asked him.

The only thing he did, was giving the box, while telling her to be careful. The helper slowly opened the box and gasped.

"What? What is it?" Mrs Cole asked her.

Martha couldn't get the words out, so she gave the box to the matron. In the box lay a naked baby, his lips blue from the cold. There were no blankets to keep him warm. Only a letter with his name scribbled on it.

"Hadrian Ignotus Peverell," Mrs Cole whispered.

Both women snapped out of it and hurried to save the baby. Without any clothes and blankets he could die from hypothermia! The baby was taken to the nursery.

"There isn't a cot left," Martha told the matron.

Mrs Cole eyed the cot in the corner of the room. Only one baby lay in it. 'The Riddle kid,' she thought. Every time someone tried to put a baby next to Riddle, the infant began to cry. The desperate woman tried it anyway. Riddle, who was sleeping at first, woke immediately and watched the other baby. It was as if he was studying Hadrian. When Riddle kept quiet, the women understood the infant was approved. Mrs Cole took a breath and turned to her helper.

"Martha, nobody must find out. We can't tell anyone Hadrian was found in a box," she said while stressing box.

Martha nodded vigorously and repeated: "Nobody will find out"

While they stared at the two babies, Martha got an excellent idea.

"They look alike, don't they?"

Although it was true, both women knew it was impossible. The woman who gave birth to Riddle, passed away after the delivery.

"We could pretend that they are twins."

Mrs Cole nodded.

"Tom Marvolo and Hadrian Ignotus Riddle"