Relak

Summery : Instead of dieing, from the killing curse sent by Voldemort. 'The boy who lived', gets transported back in time, to 1938 London, and is found by the very person who sent him there. DarkHarry! May contain some slash later on so don't read if you don't like.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and probably never will, so don't sue me.

Author note: Yay, I got some reviews, although nobody told me 'her' name pouts damn you. :D

Also I'm sorry 'bout the 'bad' choice in names but, it's relevant to the story …. kinda. Oh well, read and review, pretty please :D

Time difference/Added story plot: Okay for those who cant guess it has been approximately 5 years from the last chapter to this one. Yes Tom is still evil, and yes he has taught 'Harry' a few tricks of the trade. The incident with the rabbit has happened, and many more besides All most all residents stay clear of 'The Riddle Brother's'.

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Chapter 2: The Truth Behind the Name.

Tom Riddle, now recently 11, sat on his bed, more nervous than he'd ever felt before in his life. Relak had been missing for a few hours and it had shaken Tom up quite badly. He'd never let his brother go wondering off ever again. He sighed and stared back at his pillow, Tom wasn't even allowed to go out and look for him, on account of being an escape hazard. It was a seriously false accusation, based on nothing but lies. When had he ever tried to escape, after his first 6 years here? None. Exactly.

A giggle filled the outside corridor, and Tom sat bolt upright. That was Lex's (A\N: Okay, Relak is pronounced Relleck, incase any of you were wondering where the name Lex or Lexy came from.) laugh. No one else's could be that completely innocent. Tom caught himself smiling, and then quickly schooled his expression. Lex couldn't see him laughing or he'd take it as one big joke. Like he usually did. Tom made himself comfortable, all he had to do was wait for a knock on the door.

As Tom had predicted there was a little rap on the door, this time it was accompanied by a "Tommy?" He shuffled uncomfortably, he hated being called Tommy by anyone other than Relak, in fact he hated anyone else talking to him.

"Come in Lex." He pulled out a comic book and pretended to be reading.

"Tommy, I got you a guest!" Tom peered over the top of the upside down comic, and snorted.

"A guest?" He smirked, "how nice." A man stood in the doorway of the room they shared. He was dressed in a tasteless brown suit type thing, had a long beard that was starting to grey and wore half moon glasses. Tom did not like the man at all, not in the slightest. He pulled Relak aside.

"Lexy," He drew a breath through his teeth "what the hell have I told you about strangers?" Relak gave a smile.

"Don't worry," He locked eyes with Tom. "I got his purse here!" He held up a little brown wallet, and Tom paled.

"Give it here Lex." Relak pouted but handed it over, he couldn't beat Tom in a fight, and knew that all too well. Tom turned to the man still in the doorway.

"I'm so sorry about this," He said giving the man back his wallet "he's just going through a, umm… stage." He offered his hand to the man. "Tom Marvoldo Riddle, and you are?"

"He's a professor!" Relak giggled, "He works at somewhere called warthogs." He looked um at Tom "His names pretty funny too." Tom looked over at Dumbledore.

"A professor you say," he glared at him. "What has our 'amazing' head councillor been telling people now." He smirked "I don't think it's true, do you Lex?" Relak shook his head and pouted again.

"I'm not here for an argument, I'm here to offer you a place at a school." Dumbledore smiled slightly. Tom looked up.

"What sort of school?"

"It's a school for those with a skill Tom, a skill aptly named magic." He paused to see the affect of his words. "You're a wizard!" Tom burst into hysterics,

"Yeah right, and pigs can fly." Dumbledore just smiled again, something that was starting to annoy Tom. "Fine," he said and looked into his eyes "Prove it!" the professors smile droppeda little. He withdrew a wand from the underside of his sleeve, Tom looked skeptical.

"Accio towel." Dumbledore muttered. Amazement shone in Relak's eyes.

"I've seen men on the streets do things like that." Tom stated, his face without any emotion. Relak quickly copied his brother's expression, nodding in agreement.

"I've seen them too," He smiled "but you can do better, cant you Tom?" The smile had left Dumbledore's face completely, although neither boy noticed.

"What sort of things can you do then Mr. Riddle?"

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I know it's short, but thanks for reading.

Lorkin.