The Heir

by Dark and Chaotic

Alexander is a special boy with a mysterious past. Once, his greatest desire was to become a Healer, but when the Chamber of Secrets is opened, he realizes that he must find out who he really is before his fate is taken out of his hands. This is a story which proves that love can transend time, space and even death.

1. Chapter 1

Prologue

Love transcends time and space

They say the line between love and hate is very thin. At least that is what I've read. I've never really loved before and, to be honest, I don't think I've ever hated anyone, even when things started going downhill. You see, I am not an ordinary person. I was never ordinary. I was a special girl, even after I discovered I was a witch. I was what some called a prodigy and others simply a genius. I was way above average in terms of magical power and professor Flitwick always said that I had one of the keenest minds he ever had the pleasure to teach. If it hadn't been for the wizarding war, I would've made it into the highest circles of wizarding societies, even though I was a lowly Muggleborn.

But this is not my story, even though it was my life that shaped the fate of my son. This is the story of my son, Alexander Sebastian Riddle. A boy who I never got the chance to see growing up. I regret nothing. Not my past, nor my present or future. My only regret is that I would never tell my boy how much I love him.

You may ask who am I. My name is Fiona Johnson and for the last three years of my life I was the Dark Lord's concubine. I became pregnant with his child, and by some fluke of fate I was sent away before that fact became known. Because of the war, I managed to give birth to my son in secret, in a summerhouse in France. I spent my time studying and experimenting with runes and arithmancy, as I was without a wand and those were the only tools I could think of that did not require wandless magic. Two months after the birth of my son, I finally achieved what was believed to be unachievable. A portal that would lead me and my son to freedom. But destiny would not have me see the light of day. My name is Fiona Johnson. I was born 1995 and I died 2015, by the hand of the dark lord himself. I do not know what happened to my son after that but I know that he is somewhere safe. With my final breath I disabled the portal, blowing up the house and the surrounding lands for 5 miles in radius.

Somewhere, in another world, another Universe not too different from my own, a bright light illuminated the front yard of a remote farm house. It had been close to midnight and the family had been sound asleep. It was the bark of the family hound that woke them up. What Grandpa Bill found was a bundle of baby green silk fabric with silver lining, carefully wrapped around a peachy baby with deep blue eyes. Grandpa Bill, being an old and wise muggle, immediately woke up his son and daughter-in-law to see what he had found. My gurgling baby boy had won their hearts the moment they laid eyes on him. Elizabeth and Harold had been trying for a baby for many years and after the unfortunate death of their baby girl during birth, they had been devastated. But Alexander's appearance was just the miracle they were praying for.

When no one came to look for him, they adopted him, keeping the name that had been engraved upon his blanket. Alexander Sebastian Riddle. Only his surname had been changed. He was now Alexander Sebastian Taylor.