A/N That's right, I managed to write this thing just in time, I have to go to work now and then tomorrow lectures... but I'll write again soon!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Wool's orphanage was an overcrowded place, the war had ensured that there were plenty of orphans to fill the beds, and not many people could afford to adopt another mouth to feed.

Funds were low and the weather was particularly cold this winter, so it was a disgruntled Mrs Cole who found young Harry Potter.

"Great, another one, just what we need." She complained as she picked up the little bundle and brought him inside.

Martha, her assistant came at her call and frowned at the shivering babe.

"Another one? I'll put him with little Tom ma'am." She opened her arms to take the child and a letter fell from amongst the blankets.

To the Matron of Wool's Orphanage,

If you are reading this, you have taken in Harry James Potter, he was born on 31st July 1927. I wish I didn't have to give him up, but this is the way it must be.

Take good care of him.

The note was unsigned.

"That makes him only a few months younger than our Tom! Shall I take him up now, or feed him first?" Martha asked after reading over Mrs Cole's shoulder.

"Feed him and get him upstairs, I've got paperwork to fill out, see if I can get our sponsors to cough up any more money. That's 3 new ones this week alone!" She complained, walking off to her office.

Martha looked down at the little boy in her arms and smiled his eyes opened and he yawned, he had a head of dark hair and beautiful jade eyes, almost just like Tom – though Tom had blue eyes instead.

Eventually she settled the little one into the room with Tom, they were the youngest pair in the orphanage so shared a room, and was pleased when Tom sat up and peered at Harry. The two looked at each other curiously, and Martha knew they'd get along just fine.

Harry Potter and Tom Riddle were an inseparable pair, when they were three years old, a couple had wanted to adopt Harry, and enquired after Tom as well. The pair had been standing in line holding hands, and had looked almost like brothers.

Upon finding out that they were not brothers, the couple had only wanted Harry, but Harry cried the whole time he was away from Tom, and so ended that idea.

When they were just babies they were a quiet pair, it had been both unnerving and adorable at first, though Harry woke up crying about a green light on occasion. However, where there was Tom, there was Harry- the two went everywhere together, and as Tom developed his ability to walk and run and talk, he encouraged Harry and then the menaces were running around the orphanage together.

Martha often encouraged them, as she did with all the children, to sit in reading room, and they would happily do so (though she only gave them picture books, it was nice when she saw them looking through the more advanced novels).

On one such day, she sat with a group of the children under fives and read to them. Tom had other ideas, so wandered off to find another book. Harry followed him and they sat a little way away from the group.

When Martha was done with the other children, she went to see the two and was surprised to see the concentration on their faces as Tom read the words out loud to Harry, who would then repeat them and try to read the next line on his own.

It was always a pleasant surprise thereafter whenever she heard them learning new words together.

Things grew more difficult as they grew up, the older children weren't happy with them for knowing more than they did, and pushed the two around when no one else was looking.

Tom always seemed to be more angry about this than Harry, who turned to reason and logic to explain the bullies actions.

However, when Harry was knocked to the ground and kicked in the face, oddly, their luck changed.

Time seemed to freeze, and as Harry got back up, clutching his nose and blinking back tears, there was a high whistling sound, Tom stepped close to the one who had harmed Harry and place his hand on the older boy's face.

"Be gone." He whispered.

The next day, the police informed the matron found that the boy, Jason, had drowned himself in a nearby river.

"Hey Harry," Amy greeted, "Are you looking forward to the beach trip later this week?"

"Hello! Yeah, Tom says that there are many types of rocks and fish to see, so I'm quite excited." He smiled, and they continued to talk until Tom came over.

"Benson. Harry." He nodded at them, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just talking about the beach trip!" Harry informed him happily.

"I see," Tom said, but didn't get any further before Dennis ran up to them and interrupted.

"Hey Amy, why are you hanging out with them for? Billy is getting his rabbit today, and you know they'd only ruin the fun." He scoffed, then added in an undertone, "Freaks."

Amy frowned but faltered when Billy called to them, then the two left.

Tom stormed away back to his room and Harry ran after him.

"Tom! He doesn't know what he's saying, he's not smart so he says stupid things." Harry tried to comfort Tom, but as they got to their room, Tom said nothing and glared out of the window.

"I hate it here sometimes Harry, the ignorant children, the matron who ignores us, Martha who never really sees us. I hate them all. I wish they'd just go away and leave us be. We'd be better off without them." Tom eventually admitted.

"Tom..."

"Dennis isn't the only one who mutters about us behind our backs, the rumours have been going since last year, no one thinks we belong here. The only reason they don't fight us is..." He stopped, as though he had almost said too much.

"They don't really talk to us much but they like to play outside rather than read, and they don't know about our-" Here Harry looked around to make sure no one was listening in, "Specialness."

"Some of them call us demons behind our backs, don't be stupid. Remember when we overheard them talking about an exorcism? They only stay their hands from fear, well maybe they should be afraid Harry, maybe then we'd get out of here and find where we belong."

"But Tom! Our abilities... they're difficult to control, what if someone else gets hurt? You remember what happened when I was hurt and you... and when I tried to lift that barrel and it caught fire."

Tom was silent for a moment.

"Tomorrow, at the beach, I'll show the kids a special trick, just that one thing, and then they'll understand, we're not freaks. And if they don't understand, well we're better than them. I'll give them one last chance" He explained, conviction on his face.

Harry smiled, "Okay Tom."

A/N So the first chapter! Harry has somehow ended up in the past and is growing up with Tom, who is already struggling with his inner darkness. Some hints in there about them both learning that they have power, and trying to use it. But the question is, just what is Tom planning to show those kids? Tune in next time to find out! Critique/Review?

~Riddle