The Best Revenge
By TeraWatt
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I make no money from these FanFiction stories. JK Rowling's beach, my sandcastle.
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Chapter 01
Perhaps you have heard this story before.
Perhaps you think you know exactly how this story will unfold.
Perhaps you are wrong.
Tom Marvolo Riddle was dead. Let us get that clear to start with. He will not pop up like a homicidal, megalomaniacle jack-in-the-box partway through the story. The so-called Dark Lord was born, he lived, he murdered and he was put down like the rabid dog (or snake if you prefer) that he was.
Peter Pettigrew will not be escaping from Azkaban to resurrect anybody, because he is not in Azkaban. Nor will he be found hiding as a rat in The Burrow. He will not be exposed as an animagus because the simple fact is that he will not be in this story either. As many people sadly do, when he and his friends finished their education, he moved away. The Marauders kept in touch at first but, as happens all too often in real life, people grow apart. Certainly all the involved parties look back on their time together with fondness, but life goes on.
Nor will a Diary find its way into the hands of an innocent first year, to later wreak havok and injury on a populace of also innocent school-children. Mad-Eye Moody will stay in retirement, and while he may still curse and ask questions later, he will come to enjoy his time away from criminal investigations, incompetent backstabbing politicians and, godforbid, paperwork.
And despite all these things, this story is about a boy. A boy who thinks no-one cares about him. A boy who was born as the seventh month dies.