Warning and A/N: Language, and I know you can't get in till you're eleven, that's why she's an OC, let me say it again, OC, I came up with her a while back, and the fic she was in sucked so it will never be posted. I tweaked her personality, gave her a make over, and I give you...Well, we'll see. At least she doesn't go to Azkaban...yet...What do you all think of a Harry/Ginny pairing? I've had a request for it; let me know your thoughts.

Gets whacked upside head by Nee-chan

Stick to the plot!

What plot?

You mean you haven't planned it?

Course not, why would I?

Sigh

What?

Nee-chan walks away...

What?

Disclaimer: I am only an insane person in a sane world, or maybe that was the other way around...Who knows? Anyway, I don't own this, wish I did, but I don't. Evil clown hysterical laugh I can't shake that habit, the haunted house I was in was bad for my nerves, I laughed for too long, now it just pops out...hysterical, cackling, evil clown laughter There it goes again...

Chapter 2

"Bye Dad!" Harry hugged his father once more before turning to Lucius Malfoy. "We'll see you soon!"

Lucius looked on the display of open emotion with slight scorn, that is, until his own son hugged him farewell.

"Now Harry, don't forget all that I've taught you." Murmured Marcus before they parted. "We'll see you for Christmas." Standing next to him, eight-year-old Tatiana nodded, looking sad. She would miss her brother and her best friend. The train whistle blew, and Draco grabbed Harry's arm, dragging him from his family with a cheery wave and discreet incline of his head to Marcus. They had only been informed of Marcus's identity of the Dark Lord Voldemort several weeks prior, and Draco had tried to be as respectful as he could, remembering all the pranks he had pulled on Marcus in the past. They weren't allowed to say anything, and Draco was still told to call Marcus by his name, because Tatiana didn't know, and Marcus was reluctant to tell her. She was only eight, after all.

"Come on! Let's head to our compartment." They reached the compartment that they had chosen and put their trunks in before they said goodbye. Harry sat down, and looked out the window toward where his father and sister stood. As he watched, the train started moving, and Tatiana pulled away from Marcus, breaking his grip on her arm, dashing after the train, holding a small, black wrapped box aloft. Curious, Harry pushed the window open and stuck his hand out in time to catch it as she threw it at him. He pulled it in and stuck his head out to hear her yell,

"Make sure to write!" Before their father scooped her into his arms, and the train turned a corner, blocking them from his sight. Harry pulled his head inside and shut the window with a quiet snap.

"What did she give you?" asked Draco eagerly. Harry looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't know yet."

"Well then, open it!" cried his friend, leaning back in his seat, arms folded across his chest, scowl in place. Harry smiled, green eyes sparkling.

"That face doesn't fool me. I know you're just a softy, Draco."

"Yeah, a softy that's gonna hex you if you don't open that box soon." Draco growled back. Smirking, Harry opened the box, undoing the strings around it painfully slowly. The paper tied around it fell away. Harry knew that Tatiana couldn't tie something this well, so whatever it was, their father knew what it was. On the top of the box lay a letter in Tatiana's childish writing.

'The silver necklace is for Draco, the gold one is for Harry, the copper one is for Blaise because I knew Harry would want one for him too, I have the black one, and Daddy has bronze. Daddy helped me make them. They'll let us talk to one another even when you're at Hogwarts! As long as you have it turned 'on' you should be able to talk to whoever you are directing your thought to in their mind. I hope you'll use them. They have a monitoring spell on them. If someone is injured and conscious they will be a bit warm. If someone is hurt and unconscious, the necklaces will get really hot. But if someone is in impending danger, the necklaces will get cold. Now, find Blaise and put them on. Daddy won't hear any of us unless we direct our thoughts specifically at him. Love you all!

Love,

Ana'

The boys grinned and opened the box. Inside the box sat three necklaces. The design was the same in each. A dragon with its head lifted up, mouth slightly open, with a hole in the middle of the teeth where the chain slipped through, wings slightly spread, the tail twisting in circles, and the claws hanging down. Harry had seen something like this before; it was a dragon taking off into the air. One of the necklaces was silver, with a silver chain and sapphire eyes, the second glittering gold with golden chain and ruby eyes, and the third was copper, with a copper chain, and inset emerald eyes.

"Bloody Gryffindor colors, she just had to do that, but the detail is amazing, there are little scales and everything." Draco said, gesturing to the golden dragon Harry was holding.

"I don't know, the eyes kind of remind me of what Dad's eyes look like when he isn't wearing those muggle contacts." Harry said, examining Blaise's dragon pendant and wondering why his sister had given it emerald eyes.

"Why does he wear those things anyways? He hates muggles, right?" Draco was studying his own dragon, stroking it slightly on the wings.

"Well, they don't disappear when he gets a Finite Incantatem thrown at him. That way he doesn't get exposed if one of us sends a misaimed spell at him. Make sense?"

"Yeah, I guess." Draco looked at Harry and grinned. "Want to put them on?"

"On the count of three."

"One…Two…Three!" Both boys slipped the necklaces over their heads and held their breath for a moment.

"Harry? Nothing's happening." Draco frowned. "Think she messed it up?"

"Nah. We probably just need to direct our thoughts in the right direction or something like that. You know how she likes to mess with us."

"Yeah. Lets put the under our shirts. We can give Blaise his when we get to Hogwarts." Draco and Harry put their pendants under their shirts just as someone pushed the compartment door open. A boy with bright red hair stuck his head in. Harry recognized the freckles and red hair as that of a Weasley.

"Hi. Can I sit in here? My brothers kicked me out of their compartment."

Harry smiled at the boy, remembering his father's lessons. One of the lessons he had been taught since he was old enough to know that he would be going to Hogwarts, was to get as many of the students to like him as possible, especially the brave Gryffindors, and the loyal Hufflepuffs.

"Sure, we've got plenty of room. What's your name?"

"Ron. Ron Weasley. And you both?" Ron sat across from the two of them, clutching a rat to his chest.

"I'm Harry Riddle, and this is my friend, Draco Malfoy," he said, gesturing to Draco, then smiling curiously and asking, "what's your rat's name?"

"Scabbers. He used to belong to my brother Percy." Ron smiled back at Harry pleasantly. Draco seemed slightly uncomfortable, and, as the first use of the necklaces, directed a thought at Harry.

'Harry, a Weasley? Come on.' Even in Harry's head, the voice sounded whinny.

'We need as many people on our side as possible. The Weasley family will be a powerful ally. Lots of possible soldiers. Besides-' Someone knocked on the compartment door. Mentally, Harry groaned.

"Come in!" he called in a falsely cheerful voice.

'No hexing anyone, Riddle. Even if the Ministry can't detect it, someone will report it, you know.' Draco reminded Harry in a singsong voice through the necklaces.

The door opened, admitting three boys; Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. Ron's face paled drastically, and Harry immediately tried to come up with something reassuring to say to the boy, but Draco beat him to it.

"Ron, these fellows are Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle. However, you can call Crabbe and Goyle, Vincent and Gregory. Do you mind if they sit with us?" Draco made an effort, and smiled at Ron who started to look a little less pale, and smiled back shakily.

"Th-that's alright. It's a pleasure to meet you all. "

"And you." Blaise replied, inclining his head slightly.

Ron nodded back.

Harry smirked. Blaise, Vincent, and Gregory knew who he was, and his goals for going to Hogwarts, and he trusted them to comply with his plans.

The group was chatting fairly pleasantly when the door opened, and a girl with bushy hair stuck her head in.

"Happen to see a toad around here? A boy has lost one," she asked. Ron frowned and shook his head.

"No."

"Hey, Neville!" she shouted over her shoulder, "not here either!" She was turning around to leave when she glanced back at the occupants of the cabin. "Better get your robes on, we're getting close, and you don't want to be late getting off the train." With that, she disappeared into the corridor.

The train came to a stop, slowing gradually. When the train stopped, they filed out onto the platform, all of the students milling about. The first years all followed a large man down a winding path, through the dark, till they reached some boats floating on the dark lake. After the lake, they were led through a set of doors, into a hall, outside another set of double doors. A woman with a Scottish accent, and her hair pulled back in a tight bun, gave them a lecture about 'your house is your family, blah-de-blah, blah, blah…' Harry tuned her out, and contented himself with staring at the back of Blaise's head. Draco stood slightly behind him, Ron was at his side, and Vincent and Gregory were standing behind them all. Harry smiled at the nervous Ron as the doors were opened, and they were allowed into the Great Hall.

They walked between two long tables, toward a long table that sat perpendicular to the other four tables in the hall, with a man with a white beard sitting in the center of it, bright blue eyes twinkling.

'That man makes me nervous, Draco.' Harry said through the necklaces. Draco made no response, but Harry could hear him snort ahead of him in the line. The students were all called up one at a time, and an old hat was put on their heads, sorting them all into their houses. Into Slytherin went Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco, and into Gryffindor went the bushy haired girl, Granger, or something, and a boy named Neville. Finally, Harry was called up. After all of the 'P' names were called, he had seen a confused look cross the old man's face, and Harry had snorted. Apparently the old man was expecting someone who hadn't been able to make it to the sorting ceremony.

"Riddle, Harry." The woman with the bun, Professor McGonagall, called. Harry stepped forward, and sat on the stool. A voice whispered into his ear.

'A. Riddle, is it? I wont tell, Harry. You are most definitely brave, a strong Gryffindor trait. But you are also cunning, and willing to do anything for your father and sister, and almost, but not quite willing to stick your neck out for your friends. A little self-serving. What would you be like if you hadn't been raised to be a Dark Lord's successor? Well, it's Gryffindor…or…'

"Slytherin!" Harry stood up, and walked toward where he knew the Slytherin table was from watching his other friends go that way. Smiling, Harry looked up at the head table briefly, and his eyes were drawn to the sparkling blue eyes of the headmaster. Averting his own green eyes, Harry muttered in his mind,

'Damn twinkle.'

'Who?' asked Draco, innocently, never taking his eyes from where Ron was being sorted into Gryffindor.

'The Headmaster. His eyes twinkle too much.' Draco looked at the head table briefly, then looked back, and nodded at Harry, silently snickering.

'Shall we make his life hell, Harry?'

'You mean make him think he's going crazy, or playing pranks on him till he's paranoid?'

'Precisely.'

'I knew I liked you.' Across the table, Draco grinned.

'What ever made you doubt it?'

'Ha ha.' They stopped talking in their minds as Blaise joined them at the table. His eyes sought o0ut Harry's, and they both smiled.

It was five in the morning, and the Slytherin first year boys' dorm was silent as they all slept soundly, breathing deeply. Harry, Blaise, and Draco had planned to get up at 5:30, because Harry thought that Tatiana would wake up at about 6 o'clock to try and beat them. They were smart enough to know the girl would know what they were up to, but no one anticipated on her anticipating this. Years of living with her brother had taught her well. So it was at this time that a voice echoed within three boys' minds.

'GET UP!!!!!' The sound of three undignified shrieks, followed by two distinct thumps, and a crash were heard throughout the room. Everyone in the room was awake at that point, but seeing the three boys on the ground groaning, nothing wrong, the other occupants of the dorm room promptly went back to sleep. Harry had been on the edge of his bed and fallen onto his nightstand, knocking it over, while Blaise and Draco had only rolled off their beds. Laughter reverberated in their sleep-muddled heads. 'I wish I could see your faces!' At his sister's words, Harry growled, and pulled himself off the floor, righting the table as he did so.

'What the bloody hell are you doing out of bed at this time? Aren't you supposed to be the kid who can sleep through anything?' Blaise and Draco both grumbled similar comments at the little girl cackling in their heads.

'I thought you might want to be awake early on your first day. Plus, I know you were going to do it to me.'

'How would you know? It's not like we told you or anything.' Draco mumbled, climbing back into his bed and pulling the covers over his head in a pathetic attempt to get back to sleep.

'Draco. I'm eight, not stupid. Give me more credit than that.'

'Ana, don't you have to go with Dad to work today?' Harry asked grumpily, realizing that he would not be able to get back to sleep now that he was this awake. Blaise apparently had a similar thought, because Harry could see him moving about his bed pulling out his shower stuff.

'Yeah, I have to go today, and every day that Draco's mom and Dad don't want me over. Dad's considering letting me hang out at Blaise or Greg or Vince's too, so no one gets stuck with me too much while he works.'

'Sounds like he's working more than usual.' Harry replied, imitating Blaise and grabbing his shower stuff. Draco was already asleep again, and Harry wondered how he did it. Neither Blaise nor Draco could hear them now, and so Harry continued to talk to his sister on the way to the showers.

'Yeah, without all of us around, he's working more. I think he wants the owner to name him the next owner because the old man's retiring.'

'That'd be cool.'

'Yeah.'

'I gotta go now, Ana.'

'Why?' Her voice took on a plaintive whine that made Harry wonder if she was at all mature.

'I'm going to shower.'

'Oh. By the way,' Harry could tell she was talking to all of them at this point, 'Dad's making steak and potatoes tonight.' Suddenly Draco was wide awake, and Harry could actually feel his annoyance through the link.

'Without us? But you know we all love your Dad's steak!'

'I know. He asked me what I wanted to eat tonight to celebrate being an only child for a while, and I asked for steak.'

'Will he make it for us when we get back at Christmas?' Draco was pleading with her. Everyone loved Marcus's cooking; he always made the best food, which resulted on all of Harry and Ana's friends spending a lot of meals there.

'Maybe if you ask nicely, but I can't guarantee it. We're probably eating at your house.' Ana pulled herself away from the connection, but Harry and Blaise both started laughing as they stepped into their stalls, and heard Draco's mental and verbal cry of despair.

'Nnnnnnnnoooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Lunch was excellent, and Harry was hungry. Their morning had started off with Transfiguration with the Gryffindors, Charms with Ravenclaw, and then Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. Harry and his friends found that they did very well because pf the extra training they had received before they had come because of their positions around Marcus. Harry found it hard to hold back with his classes, especially when the spells were as simple as Wingardium Leviosa. He found it very tempting to show off, but had to hold back. He would hold back for a semester or so, except in potions. He like them, and could always use the excuse of being a good cook. That would explain being able to follow instructions.

He was thankful that his father had taken the ministry tracking charms off of his wand when he had first gotten it. It had a phoenix feather core, but he had a second wand that he kept hidden, back at his home that he would use once he had graduated so Aurors would not be able to tell that he was the one using the spells. It was a good trick.

As they sat at the table, Harry stared into space, chewing slowly on his sandwich as he thought of all the memories he had of the magic his father had done to make him his son, not just legally, but magically, and by blood. Harry had been three, and Ana had been one when their father had performed the ceremony. He could only remember vague pieces, but he knew enough to know that the light scar across his palm was from that. His blood had to be d with his father's for the spell to work. After that, both Ana and he had inherited the Slytherin trait of being able to talk to snakes. Parseltongue. He looked at his palm, and flexed his had slightly, looking at the fine, paper thin scar, before sighing, and going back to his sandwich, mind wandering from that train of thought.

Harry was still not paying attention, which is why, when a hand was placed on his shoulder, he jumped so much his butt lifted off of the bench. Turning around, Harry saw the stern potions master standing behind him.

"The Headmaster would like to see you, Mr. Riddle." Snape's voice was as oily as his hair, and there was a slight sneer upon his lips. Harry nodded. Grabbing an apple, he stood up, and followed his Head of House out of the hall, waving at Ron across the hall as he did so.

'Draco?'

'Yeah?'

'The old man might know.'

'Why do you think that?'

'You do go by Harry and Riddle. Not exactly the name to use if you don't want attention.'

'My letter said Riddle, not Potter…What do you think he'll do?'

'I don't know, play it by ear, you're a great actor!'

'Thanks.'

'In the words of our new friend Ron: Anytime Mate!'

Snape stopped outside of a gargoyle statue, and told it 'Lemon drops'. The statue jumped to the side, and Harry followed him up the circular stairs to a wooden door. Snape knocked, and then stepped in.

"I've brought the boy, sir."

"Very well, thank you, Severus. You may leave." A cheery voice came from inside the office. Stepping in, Harry saw many small objects scattered in the room on shelves, and all available surfaces in many shapes and various sizes. Covering all of the walls were paintings of wizards and witches, sleeping in their frames. Sitting in a chair behind a large wooden desk was Albus Dumbledore, his half-moon spectacles sitting on his crooked nose in front of twinkling baby blue eyes. His robes were a dark indigo with silver stars embroidered all over it. He smiled at Harry as Harry stepped towards him.

"Ah, my boy. Please, sit down. I would like to ask you some things I am afraid may be quite personal." The old man spoke like he was a grandfather talking to a grandchild who was to be indulged.

Wary of this man, as he had been taught, Harry sat in a chair across the desk from the man.

"What is it you are going to ask me, sir?" he asked politely.

"I was wondering if perhaps you were adopted. Your adoptive father's name is Tom, perhaps?"

Harry let his eyes go slightly wide in fake surprise.

"My father's name isn't Tom, but how did you know I was adopted?"

"I simply guessed, my boy." The Headmaster's eyes were twinkling madly. "How did your parents come by the opportunity to adopt you?"

"My father found both I and my sister. He's raised us on his own. We've spent most of our time in the muggle world, but we know people in the wizarding world, there aren't many wizards where we live."

"Your sister?" Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up on his forehead. "How old would she be?"

"She's eight. She'll be nine on Halloween, we're two years apart in age."

"Her birthday is Halloween?"

"Yes." Harry was becoming annoyed by the old fool's questions. Dumbledore was quiet for a moment, observing Harry's face carefully.

"Are you Harry Potter?" he asked quietly.

Harry knew the story of how his father had 'come across' him, he had been told when he was nine, and he still loved and trusted his father. Harry recognized the name, but pretended that he didn't, frowning as if puzzled.

"Who sir?" Harry watched as Dumbledore suddenly smiled, the twinkle in his eyes tripling.

"There's a way to find out it you are Harry Potter. Would you mind having a bit of your magic tested through your blood so that we can find out who your parents are?" Harry suddenly had a moment of panic and reached out to his sister's mind.

'Ana! Is Dad there?'

'Yeah, why?'

'Ask him if it would be a problem if Dumbledore did a test on me to find out who my parents are.' There was a moment of silence after his question before she responded.

'He says that it wouldn't do any harm. Worst case they find out about him, but he just started chuckling. Anyway, go ahead.'

'Thanks Ana.' Turning his attention back to Dumbledore Harry leveled as much sincerity in his green eyes as his eleven years would allow.

"That would be fine sir. I don't think my father would mind."

"Wonderful!" Dumbledore exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "Let's go to the infirmary now, shall we?" Together they left the office, and began striding towards the infirmary together.

"Excuse me sir, but what about me afternoon classes? I have double potions and then Defense Against the Dark Arts, then Care of Magical Creatures..."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Severus knows that you may be late to class because of our discussion. Now, what was it like for you, growing up? You said that you spend a good deal of your time in the wizarding world, correct? What is your father like, and how does he treat you and your sister?" Harry didn't like the questions, but shrugged and answered anyway.

"It was quite normal growing up. We met Draco when I was five, so he, Blaise, Greg, and Vince have been my friends pretty much since then. Father's pretty tough, he's making my sister and I learn martial arts for self-defense. Has been since I was eight, and Ana and me almost got beat up outside of the bookstore where he works. He's really good to us otherwise. Always seems calm. I went to a muggle school until last year because he said it would be good to understand them. Ana still goes, though."

"A six year old is learning martial arts?" Dumbledore sounded like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.

"She's eight."

"Her name is Ana?"

"No, Tatiana, but all of us call her Ana, except for Blaise, he calls her 'Tats'. She's really good at almost everything." Harry could feel his chest swell with pride at his little sister. She wasn't as good as him at most things, but she was still better than most kids her age at controlling her magic. He really was proud of her.

"You sound like a proud older brother."

"Yeah," Harry shrugged, feigning indifference, "but that's cause I am. We get along better than some siblings I know."

"That's wonderful." As Dumbledore spoke they walked into the infirmary. "Poppy!"

Madame Pomfrey stuck her head out of her office.

"Yes, Headmaster? Do you want me to do the test now?"

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind." Harry had realized a while before that Dumbledore had been planning on him doing the test all along, but now he still felt annoyed. Quickly pulling his emotions under control, Harry smiled neutrally at the medi-witch.

A sample of blood, and two hours later Harry was holding an envelope as he sat on a hospital wing bed. Harry stared at the envelope for a long time it seemed. Finally, he heard Blaise's voice in his mind.

'You know what it'll say. Open it already.'

'Yeah, but knowing it is different than actually seeing it in writing, you know?'

'Yeah. I'll see you at dinner. I've got to go, the DADA teacher's coming my way.' Looking at the envelope now, Harry felt Dumbledore's eyes on him. Harry opened the envelope, and smiled at what the page said.

'Ana? Tell Dad I love him.'

'Okay. Wait! You made me miss what the teacher said! Urgh.' Harry couldn't help smiling at his sister's remark. Their Dad may come by for lunch, but when she was in class she got distracted easily. Suddenly, Dumbledore's voice broke into his pleasant musings.

"What does it say, my boy?" asked the Headmaster eagerly. Harry looked at him broadly, and handed him the envelope. Dumbledore's eyes widened marginally. The sheet of paper in the envelope was written in bold ink.

'Birth Mother: None of your business - deceased

Birth Father: None of your business - deceased

Current Father: Marcus Riddle

Notes: Stay away from my son, old man. Have your test results and be happy.'

"Apparently my father doesn't want you to know who my parents really are.'

"But, Harry," Dumbledore's eyes were serious, the twinkle almost gone, "doesn't that mean he doesn't want you to know?"

Harry shrugged.

"I don't care, he's still my father, no matter what. He's honest with me, and I'm sure he'd tell me if I asked. He'll tell Ana whom her parents are whenever he finds out. Who do you think he is anyway, the Dark Lord?" Harry walked out of the hospital wing.

Behind him, Dumbledore was still puzzling over what Harry had said.

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Harry met up with Blaise just outside of the front doors on his way to Care of Magical Creatures before dinner.

"Your Dad is awesome." He said in a matter of face way. Harry grinned. On his way down Harry had told him about what the envelope had contained.

"Are you sure there's not another reason why you like him?" he asked slyly.

"Of course, but his cooking is not a factor in my mind at the moment, unlike Draco, who's been drooling at the thought of what he's cooking tonight through the past two classes. Besides, there's also the little fact that he has that other personality only the dumb and brave have seen. Ask me, he's scarier than the guy we call 'Marcus'."

"Why's the other face so scary?"

"He's really protective. You've never noticed?" Harry shook his head. "Trust the object of the emotion to never notice."

"Well your dad's fine, but Draco's father scares me. His mom's all right, but Lucius can creep me out. Same with Snape." Harry paused. "We have to keep an eye on him."

"Snape? Why?" They were getting close to the class, so Blaise lowered his voice.

"He's a double agent. I don't trust him. It's good he doesn't know who Dad is, but still, he tries too hard to seem like a mean-arse Slytherin. There's something up." Blaise considered Harry's words and nodded.

"Alright, I can see that. We'll get everyone who knows to watch him, everyone who can be trusted. Maybe the Bloody Baron or Peeves will help too." They walked up to the class right before the late bell, laughing about how they would convince the poltergeist to help them. Far away in the muggle world, Marcus smiled, and went back to shelving books in the bookstore where he was working as he kept an eye on the front door for when his daughter would come through the door, and he would be able to go home.

A/N: There will be a summary, but there are several years skipped. Don't panic!