Title: Luck

Pairing: Tom Riddle/Voldemort x Harry Potter (SLASH)

Summary: Harry has lived a long and fulfilling life as a wizard, and he is ready to pass on when his time comes. Children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, Harry was happy with the way things turned...
That is, until, he finds out the truth and gains his strange...inheritance. With a little help from Death, Fate, Time, Life, and even Lady Hecate herself, he's able to fix the wrong doings of his past. Maybe even find new friends and family. Who knows?
For Harry, luck is all he needs.

Warning(s): Light swearing

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING HARRY POTTER RELATED, NOR AM I CLAIMING TO! THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION!

"Regular"
'Thoughts'
"Parseltongue"
"Mind Link"


The first thing Harry noticed when he woke up was the lack of movement he was capable of. It was like he had extra body weight added on to him.

The next thing that Harry realized was that he was in a wooden cage of some sort which didn't have a top. Maybe someone had broken into his house? It had happened before when he was watching one of his grandchildren.

Then it came to him.

He was Death's Master, and he met Life... He was also back to the night his pare-

Oh.

OH.

His parents were here, alive. Soon that would be changed though for that stupid prophecy. Was it even real? Knowing Dumbledore, it probably wasn't. It just dint make sense. Prophecies can be ignored if need be, and Voldemort was smart enough to know that.

Harry looked around to take in his surroundings. He was in a white wooden baby crib which had red sheets and a golden cover. Not surprising. Four stuffed animals were located by Harry as he moved his body to sit up, which was a lot easier said then done. There was a stag, a grim, a wolf, and a rat to Harry's displeasure. They were small enough for him to pick up if he wanted to.

Harry's eyesight wasn't any better, but at least he was able to see a little bit. While great effort, he managed to stand on his two feet by clinging to the side of the crib with his chubby little hands.

The room was exactly the same as he had seen in the photos. The walls were white while the ceiling seemed to resemble the one in the Hogwarts' Great Hall, and the floor was a soft carpet that was colored with a soft golden color. A small toy broom was propped up against the side of what appeared to be a toy chest. Many different toys were scattered around the room but nothing dangerous. There was a child's book case over by the one window that sat in the middle of the wall which happened to face the front door even though Harry's room was upstairs.

To conclude, the room looked like any other magical infant's room would.
'I guess now we wait then.' Harry thought to himself. His eyes were struggling to keep open for at least half an hour before he snapped out of it as a loud banging sound happened, followed by a crashing noise.

'He's here.' Harry was able to feel the Dark Lord's magic almost instantly. It was intoxicating; it was like a million jolts of pleasure hitting his nerves. Too bad Harry had to wait at least ten years before he came face to face with the man again.

Harry could hear shouting coming from downstairs. His heart was racing as he saw a head of red hair running towards him with tear tracks down her face. It was his mother... That meant his father was already gone.

"Harry! You have to live! For us! Remember, I will always love you!" she screamed at Harry. Her voice cracked at the end, but she didn't seem to care. All she wanted was for Harry to live, even if she couldn't.

"Mummy...lo...ve...yoou." Harry attempted to say. Apparently Lily understood because she cried even more and whispered "I love you." over and over again.

Harry clung to his mother with all he had. She had to live... She didn't deserve to die. Not like this, not at all.

But he couldn't do anything.

Lily ran to Harry's crib and placed him back in there before tucking him in to attempt to hide her baby from the man downstairs.

Then the door was blasted off its hinges by a cloaked figure. Harry saw his mother step in front of his crib.

Harry knew it was Voldemort...only...it didn't look like the Voldemort he knew. This man had blood red eyes and hair like Harry's except it appeared to be more tamable than his. He looked pale but not overly so. The Dark Lord had his usually wand, but his eyes looked glazed over. It was almost like he was under the imperious, but that was impossible. Tom had been able to throw that spell off since a young age. Just like Harry.

Compulsions maybe? It had to be that! Who put it on him though? Only one guess...

Dumbledore. That had to be it.

The two adults had a stare off before Tom spoke, but it sounded forced. "Step aside, and you will be spared."

Lily continued to cry as she pleaded. "Please! No! Take me instead! Leave Harry!" Harry had to live! She wouldn't be able to live knowing her baby boy died because she couldn't protect him.

"I said step...aside and you will not have...to...die." Tom said through clenched teeth.

'He's trying to fight it.' Harry realized. If only he could...

"Please! Please! Take me! Kill me! Not Harry! Anything but Harry!" Lily tried to plead once more, but Tom wasn't in control.

"I have tried to spare you, but you did not move. This is war, and people die. You are no exception. Good bye Lily Potter. You'll see your son soon." Tom whispered softly.
A blast of green light shot out from Voldemort's wand into Lily's chest before she had the chance to argue or cry more. Harry felt a strong gust of magic wash over him. It was his mother's magic protecting him.

After that, Tom walked briskly to Harry's crib to finish the job. He didn't want to kill the Potters. They weren't even involved in the war.

Harry remained silent as he watched Tom advance towards with his wand pointed in Harry's face.

A single tear trailed down the Dark Lord's face. "I...am...sor...ry." he whispered to the baby.

That was all Harry remembered before a green light flashed in front of him. He vaguely remembered a scream.

Then all Harry knew was darkness once more, not even realizing that he thought of Voldemort, as Tom.


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