Rise of Riddle

by Falloutmind

A/N: I am gonna say one thing. One thing i got asked by those who have beta'd this for me is 'why is magic being used so much outside of hogwarts' well the answer is that in this the laws that restrict underage magic have been lessened. Students are allowed to use magic as long as it is in a fashion that will not be immediately noticed by muggles or harm others. Oh and also while Albus is in his second year I'm making him 13 so i dont feel like so much of a pedo by putting a second year with a sixth year. Just think he has an odd birthday or something.

Chapter 1: Meetings at King Cross

Thomas Riddle, Tom to his friends, was dressed in his best suit as he made his way through the crowds of Kings Cross Station. His trunk rolled behind him carried by a spell; to the average muggle amongst the crowds Tom had made sure it would appear as if an adult were carrying it for him.

Tom stopped for a moment and examined his reflection in a mirrored surface to his left. His unruly black hair had been gelled back for the time being to make himself look presentable, his skin had not tanned at all over the summer. It was just as ghastly pale as it always was. His eyes were still their swampy green, and his nose was still jagged and boney.

'Albus will think you look quite fetching my lord.' Tom could hear a snake's voice whispering in his ear.

Tom turned smiling to see his pet snake, Jörmungandr, curled up the inside of his right sleeve poking its way out the bottom of the sleeve and playfully biting at his fingers.

'Of course he will Jörmungandr. He always does.' Tom said with a smile.

'An unwanted guest follows your trail my lord. Should I kill him?' the snake hissed.

Tom turned around swiftly one hand unconsciously going to the wand hidden in his coat pocket, when he saw the person tailing him, he silently cursed in parseltongue.

Tom's foster father was the worst kind of muggle: a drunk one. The man was dressed in what he thought was well dressed. A ruined suit, ruined tie, unruly brown hair full of grease, yellow teeth, and unsettling brown eyes so bloodshot the things were practically red.

"I told you you stupid boy that you are not going to that school of freaks. Not this year!" the man hissed as he made his way towards Tom like a bull in a china shop.

"Well I told you "father"..." Tom hissed as he let the man get within arms distance. "That you do not control me!" Tom hissed under his breath as Jörmungandr flew from his sleeve and bared his fangs at the old man's throat.

"What is that thing?!" the old cried out in fear.

"My pet..." Tom whispered as he willed the snake to slither back into his sleeve. "And unless you want one of his siblings killing you in your sleep I recommend that you return home." Tom said as he turned from the man and started making his way towards the pillar between platforms nine and ten. "I'll see you at Christmas." Tom called out before he sprinted through the pillar onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

0-0-0

When Tom got to the passenger car at the last car of the train, he found it in use as expected. Though it wasn't occupied by who he was expecting.

Harry Potter was dressed in the robes of headmaster, his hair just as unruly as it always would be. When he saw Tom he was surprised.

"I didn't think anyone would be sitting back here. When I went to Hogwarts it was usually dead back here." Potter joked.

"Well me and my friends aren't the usual, Professor." Tom said as he flicked his wand and watched as his luggage flew into their usual spots.

"Who might you be Mr..?" Potter continued.

"I am Thomas Riddle, my friends just call me Tom..." Tom said as he shook Potter's hand.

Tom watched as the usual reaction of a pale face flew across the headmaster's face.

"An interesting name..." Harry said as he stayed standing while Tom seated himself.

"My parents died in the war Professor..." Tom started as Jörmungandr coiled itself outside of his sleeve nuzzling his cheek out of affection. "They were loyal Death Eaters. So loyal in fact that they named me after their leader. I wear it with pride. For one day I will do enough good to overshadow the dark name." Tom said never ending his eye contact with Harry.

Harry nodded but despite the good explanation there was still something about the boy that made Harry have chills. With that Harry nodded and started to make his way out of the tiny room, just before he left he asked one final question.

"What house are you in Tom?" Harry asked curiously hoping for a better answer than what he already thought.

'Slytherin...' Tom said in parseltongue knowing full well that Harry still understood the language. And with that Harry left without another word.

For a few moments Tom just sat there quietly. Stroking Jörmungandr he let his mind go blank to the white noise of the platform outside. That's when he saw the air move on the seat in front of him. Almost laughing Tom walked over and grabbed the invisibility cloak and ripped it off of Albus Severus Potter.

"Does your dad know you stole his cloak?" Tom asked as he straddled the young Potter's hips smiling.

"Of course not" Albus laughed as he wrapped his arms around Tom's.

"How much did you hear?" Tom asked one eyebrow raised.

Albus said nothing. All he did was close the gap between his and Tom's lips into a passionate kiss. For a moment all they did this, each battling for dominance; then they finally had to break for breath.

"I heard enough to know it's goanna be a trick to get my dad to let you over for Christmas Holiday." Albus said with a chuckle.

"Albus..." Tom started.

"I'm not goanna let you spend another Christmas with the bloody library Tom." Albus said crossing his arms and pouting. "And besides I want my dad to meet my boyfriend. Is that so bad?"

Tom nodded with a sigh.

"We'll see around Christmas then love. If my research is at a point where I can leave it alone for a few weeks then by all means whisk me away. Of course who knows how you'll father feel about you dating a sixth year" Tom said with a laugh as he got off of Albus's lap and sat back in his seat.

'Your work should be at a good enough stage by then my lord. You deserve a break.' Jörmungandrwhispered from her new perch just above Tom's head, wrapped around the luggage rails.

"What's he saying?" Albus questioned.

Tom sighed shaking his head with a smile. "The bloody snake agrees with you. Says I need a bloody vacation." Tom said with a frown.

"Yey~" Albus said with a smile.

Tom was about to say something else when he heard a series of knocks on the room's door. Tom looked out the window to the hallway and saw a small crowd of fellow Slytherins crowding around the door.

"Let us in Tom." a girl said with a laugh.

Tom nodded and pulled out his wand ("Fourteen inch black yew wood wand with phoenix feather core, maybe this one Mr. Riddle."). "Alohomora." Tom spoke watching as the fourteen inch black yew wood wand's tip illuminated with a golden glow, and the door slide open.

"Let's get the party started." the girl screeched happily as she and the others stormed into the box.

Tom nodded smiling as he felt the train start moving.

"I couldn't agree more Bella." he said smiling as he locked the door as the last friend made their way into the box that had suddenly gotten a bit larger than it was a few moments ago.

The box was silent for a moment as everyone took their seats in the spacious box and waited for Tom to speak. Tom smiled as he aimed his wand at the lamp. He spoke some unhearable spell and the light turned green and silver.

"I trust you all had a good holiday. But now that term is starting back up again its time to get back to work" Tom said with a smile

"Time for another year for the snakes!" Tom cheered.

Their little party could be heard all the way at the front of the train.

Harry sighed as he watched a fighter wing of Aurors fly past the train. It had been the third time they'd passed over; for a moment he just sat in silence. Thoughts flew through him mind: Who was Thomas Riddle? How could Voldemort of had a son? The man was a monster not even Bellatrix would let the monster do that to her...right?

But even then Harry still couldn't shake a feeling.

He would have to do a test when the school year started. He would need to figure out if this Tom Riddle was a follower of dark magics. And if he was...well he would hate to send any student to Azkaban, but he would do what he had to.

He would not let war consume his world. Never again.