Time and Fate, Love and Hate

Summary: He was once a Dark Lord's brother. He was once a Slyhterin. He was once in love. He was once a Riddle. His life was changed once. And he was once 11 .But now,given a chance to be 11 once more, have a new life, but still with the same prophecy what would he do?

Disclaimer: Well, I obviously don't own Harry Potter. I wonderful person that I owe my eternal gratitude for creating Harry Potter and the rest of the Wizarding World named J.K. Rowling does. :D Besides, would I be writing fanfiction if I did?

Warning: Some scenes taken from canon. But I tweaked it a little to fit this story.

Critiscms and encouragements are always welcome, but this is my first story after all. I know it's short, and probably not as good as all the other stories here in fanfiction... but hey..., on to the story: ;)

Prologue (Familiar Eyes)

On a crisp September air, on a train station somewhere in Muggle London, a boy with jet-black dark hair and mysterious, but cold electric blue eyes around the age of eleven was walking through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, or most commonly called; Platform 9 ¾ by the people that pass through it; the same platform that once changed his life and will unknowingly change his life once again. He was sporting a long-sleeved plain black shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, dark blue trousers, and a grey scarf around his neck; his slightly short bangs were down and swept off to the left. He also brought along a certain muggle soda in his left hand called Coca-Cola, a famous soda in the Muggle World if this writer and observer remembers correctly. When he was already inside the barrier, the first thing that caught his eye was a certain scarlet colored train with a sign that read 'Hogwarts Express'. The jet-black haired boy's expression was unreadable as he stared at the train in-front of him while opening his soda. But when he turned around… BAM! Some contents of his soda that he hasn't even drank yet for Merlin's sake was spilled on the book of the girl in-front of him. The boy was shocked! How could he be so absent-minded? So much for 'don't bring attention to yourself'. But the expression was gone as soon as it came.

The girl had slightly wavy raven black hair and grey eyes. The boy was lucky enough to notice those things to realize that she might be somehow related to a certain Black for the girl began shouting, "Are you blind?"

"No, I'm not," was the calm answer of the electric blue-eyed boy.

"Could've fooled me," was the immediate retort of the grey-eyed girl with a roll of her eyes.

The boy with the grey scarf opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. After all, the less enemies, the better. And instead, he found himself saying, "Look. I'm sorry. Here, let me clean that for you."

There was shock plastered on the raven-haired girl's face for a millisecond, after all, no one could get his/her wand that fast. She didn't even see where he took it from. But then again, it was gone as soon as she remembered that she was a Malfoy. So instead of asking him how he did it, she harshly retorted, "No need. There might be more accidents like this happening if you do," and made a cross with his wand in his right hand and her wand in her's to prevent him from doing any spell, and pointed it to her book "Scourgify."

And after that, the grey-eyed girl went away, but not before she harshly told him to watch where he's going next time. "What just happened?" he thought out-loud. The last time he met someone like this was when L- "STOP! Don't think about her, Brendan! Don't think about her!" He though out-loud again. But by this time, people were already arriving, and some that heard him were looking strangely at him. But, instead of scowling at them and walking calmly, he did the first thing that came to mind – he ran to find a compartment.