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Male Characters: Abraxas Malfoy, Cygnus Lestrange, Elijah Mulciber, Paul Avery, Evan Rosier, Theodore Nott, Alphard Black, Tom Riddle, Harry Potter, Charles Potter, Thorfinn Rowle and Amycus Carrow

Female Characters: Cedrella Black, Adrianna Rosier, Lysandra Avery, Estelle Mulciber, Elladora Nott, Cassandra Black, Walburga Black, Genevieve Parkinson, Dorea Black, Adelaide Parkinson, Lucinda Malfoy and Eileen Prince.

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Tom's Pov

Tom Riddle was utterly bored. His day had started relatively normal with him acting the perfect model student to the entirety of Hogwarts, which was utterly tedious as always. Brax and Theo, which they had insisted he call them, were walking alongside him to the Great Hall for the morning feast whilst Cygnus slept past hours again, the idiot that he was. The only reason he was part of the Knights of Walpurgis was because of his influential family and, his stupidity aside, he was an acceptable duelist.

As they sat down at the Slytherin table, he could feel familiar eyes on him, probably searching for any nefarious deeds he could have committed since he had seen him last. Not that he would ever find out if he did, his mask was impeccable as always and his mental barriers were pulled up so tight that even his surface thoughts couldn't be read by the old fool. He began piling his plate with food as he amicably talked with Evan, one of his best followers, about the assignment that was due, which he had already finished a while ago, when suddenly a boy appeared out of nowhere.

Immediate pandemonium occured as whispers started spreading throughout the hall, varying from shock to suspicion. Grindelwald's attacks had been getting more vicious and there had been multiple casualties rending quite a few people in the hall orphans, and as a result, homeless, so a mysterious boy breaking through the Hogwarts wards was obviously a cause for concern. He was really curious at how the boy had been able to do that, it was thought to be impossible since the wards were considered impenetrable.

The boy was relatively good looking, considering some of the whispers from the females. He had slightly long messy black hair which did little to cover the lightning bolt shaped scar etched on his forehead, which peaked his curiosity as to how he had gotten it. He looked thin but not overly skinny, more lithe in physique, a pale complexion though it was covered in dirt, for reasons he didn't know, and though he wasn't short, he wasn't tall either and there was also a noticeable tremor rocking through his frame. The most noticeable part of him though were his piercing emerald green eyes that he hadn't noticed until the boy turned and met his. There was a flicker in his gaze as he looked at him, he didn't know what to make of it, it looked for a second as though the boy had recognised him but that couldn't be possible since he was sure that he hadn't seen the boy before in his life. The boy then raised his slightly shaking hand to hold his head, clearly he had a headache, but what really caught his attention was the blood coating the edges of the rip in his sleeve, where he saw a clean cut through nearly the entire length of his forearm. It looked as if someone had purposefully sliced his arm but who would do that and why was there also what seemed like a bite in his left leg? As he thought about it he saw a familiar shape lying a few inches away from the boy, it was clear the wand belonged to him so that meant he was a wizard but why hadn't he come to Hogwarts? Did he go to a different school? Ilvermorny or Durmstrang perhaps?

He was officially intrigued as he looked at the boy, it was clear that he had been through quite an ordeal for he looked exhausted and clearly in pain, he was also covered in grime which he was curious as to why. The most notable question about him though, was how someone, who looked as young as he did, had managed to cut through Hogwarts wards, whilst being tired and in pain, and land himself in the middle of the Great Hall?

Harry's Pov (mostly)

As he looked at the weary and questioning faces around him, he realised he needed a cover story as he couldn't let anyone find out he was from the future, especially Dumbledore and Riddle, he didn't know what they'd do with that kind of information. He internally debated with his options here, he could say that he had been captured and tortured by Grindelwald's men using some of what actually happened to help him remember, however he needed to have a reason as to why Grindelwald would capture and torture him instead of kill him. A sudden idea hit him, it was almost like a light bulb just went on in his head, it was utterly brilliant.

Calling himself a Potter would cause other problems for him that he couldn't be bothered to deal with right now so he obviously needed a different name. Since he had found out in the past year that he was a descendent of Ignotus Peverell, it would be the best last name to use, especially since he had already gotten himself emancipated with the help of Lani, which was short for Leilani, his sister in all but blood who he had met outside of Hogwarts, who had helped in keeping it undercover to make sure Dumbles doesn't find out. The rings, which were merged into one, all currently lay on his ring finger only visible when he wills it to be which would be extremely useful as now no one can deny his claim. Though he did need to go to Gringotts for safety purposes just in case he needed money, he wondered if the rings would still be valid in this time, if not, his blood should prove that he was a descendent of Ignotus Peverell, shouldn't it? even time couldn't possibly change blood. He realised that he didn't have much time before they got over their shock and questioned him so he'd think of that later.

Grindelwald was obsessed with the hallows, so if he found someone of Peverell descent, he would try to get all the information out of them and whilst using that name would also attract Dumbledore's attention, which he'd honestly rather not, he had no other choice, it was the only viable story he could make on the spot. Oh and he also needed a more pureblood first name, preferably one that can be shortened to Harry, just in case. Harrison, Harold or Hadrian were the only ones he could think off the top of his head and out of all of them Hadrian Peverell had the best ring to it.

Apparently coming up with a cover story in a matter of a few seconds had managed to make his headache worse but he pushed the slight pain to the back of his mind as he took an internal deep breath whilst thinking 'show time.'

He then made a show of looking around with a fearful expression on his face, the slight quivering of his frame emphasising his scared visage. The wands pointed at him lowered slightly, many faces clearly softening in the face of his apparent fright. He started taking more frantic breaths in to make it look like he was having a panic attack when an old frail man with pale skin and barely a few wisps of white hair walked forwards and he recognised him to be the late Headmaster Dippet, his kind brown eyes stared at him as he said in a soothing tone, "It's alright child. You're safe now." He took a few deep breaths to make it seem as if he was calming down before Dippet walked forwards slightly as he asked, "What's your name child?" in the same kind tone that he was starting to like as it was clear that he was truly concerned and not just faking it to get answers from him, which was a far cry from what Dumbledore would have done, the utter bastard that he is.

"H-Hadrian P-P-Pev-v-verell" He said in a shaky terror- filled voice and he saw as several purebloods' eyes widened now paying more attention, but no reaction was better than Dumbledore's whose eyes had nearly bulged out of his sockets as he stared at him in shock and disbelief.

Dippet was surprised at this, the Peverell family were thought to have been extinct for a long time, and now for the terrified boy in front of him to claim to be of the Peverell line, well, it was a shock but the child looked to be getting more worked up as he looked around clearly scared so he asked in a soft voice trying to calm the boy, "How old are you child and where is your family?"

Harry was about to say he was fourteen when he realised that he would have to repeat 4th year all over again so he then said, "I-I'm f-fifteen s-sir." This gained many surprised looks as he looked like a third year and that annoyed Harry, yes he knew was small, living in a cupboard for 11 years would do that to a child he thought bitterly before he continued with his act, "M-my a-aunt a, u-uncle a-and c-cousin a-are de-dead. Th-they k-k-killed th-them b-before the-they t-took m-me." Harry said trying to make himself feel a little grief about their supposed death but he could only manage a shaky voice. He hated the Dursleys with a passion and the feeling was quite mutual considering everything they did to him, he still bore all the scars.

Dippet noticed that the fact that his family being dead didn't seem to hurt him much. He wondered why. Had they treated him well? He had seen a lot of abused cases in his life and as he looked at the child below, who he had thought to be perhaps 12 or 13 not 15, he recognised a few signs, he barely looked his age and he was thin, it wasn't that prominent but he would tell Madame Pomfrey (I have no idea what to call her grandmother so I'm just going to say this for now) to check for any other signs just in case. He asked the next question with concern in his voice, "What about your parents child?"

"M-my p-parents d-died w-when I-I w-was o-one sir." Harry said, the memory of his parents had him look down slightly, he didn't know what story to come up for them, he didn't want to say car crash like his aunt, no not aunt, Petunia had done for him. It was an insult to their memory but if he couldn't come up with any other story he would have to go with that one.

Dippet and many others surrounding him, both students and teacher sucked in shocked breaths as they looked at him and he honestly hated their pitying stares.

Dippet looked at the boy before him with sympathy in his eyes, it was clear that the boy had nowhere to go since it seems his entire family was dead so he changed the subject seeing as the boy seemed uncomfortable, which made him being abused seem more plausible, it was clear he was in more pain for people he barely knew then for people who he had probably lived with since his parent's unfortunate death. He then asked curiously, "How did you come here child?"

"I-I-I d-don't k-know. I-I was n the c-cage w-where th-they l-l-locked me u-up. They we-were ab-about to k-k-kill m-me b-but wh-when I-I-I op-opened my e-eyes I-I was h-here." He said in a choked and slightly hysterical voice, the stuttering was perfect mostly due to his trembling form.

"Who was going to kill you child?" Dippet asked him in a softer tone looking more and more concerned by the minute. He had a slight suspicion as to who it was because the boy was obviously a wizard from the wand that was on the floor next to him but he didn't understand what Grindelwald would want with a child so young except to recruit him so why did he capture the boy instead. It was clear from what he was saying that all his family were killed and yet what he didn't understand was why only he was captured and, from the looks of it, clearly tortured, he could recognise signs of the cruciatus curse, but why hadn't Grindelwald just killed him, not that he wanted that to happen of course, but Grindelwald wasn't known for leaving survivors or capturing prisoners. Though it did seem as if Grindelwald had had enough and tried to kill him. It must have been some powerful accidental magic that had allowed the boy to rip through Hogwarts wards but why did it bring him here?

Harry was feeling slightly guilty for fooling the kind old man but he had no other choice so he carried on with his act by hunching in on himself as if terrified before saying in a small voice full of terror, "H-he n-never to-told me h-his n-name."

"Do you know what he looks like and why he was trying to kill you and where is this cage you said you were kept in?" Dumbledore demanded as he stepped forward. He was in disbelief of the boy's claim to be a descendant of the Peverell line, he couldn't possibly be, he was most likely mistaken. This had to be some plan Gellert had created to get inside information, how else could the boy have possibly made his way through the wards, it was too suspicious.

Harry then thought why not have some fun with this situation so he purposefully flinched back from the man but honestly what on earth had the fool expected. He had just demanded an answer to questions that would have been clearly traumatising had his story actually been true. It seems Dippet and a few others thought so too for they had all shot glares at Dumbledore and he had to suppress a smirk at the sight of Dumbledore stepping back with his head down, it was not a sight he was accustomed to seeing since he was always in control so it felt good to see him shot down a peg or two.

"You don't have to tell us now. I understand that it's not something you'd rather dwell on." Dippet said kindly and he relaxed his body slightly to show that he was relieved to not have to tell anything now before he continued, "We have a hospital wing where you can get your wounds seen to. We have a very good healer. You can stay there until you're healed before I'll think of some arrangements for you."

Harry was about to respond when Dumbledore cut in, "Are you sure that's wise Armando? He could be a spy of Grindelwald, this could all be a set up. We shouldn't trust him so easily. Think of the potential danger to all the children." Here Harry made a slight sheen of tears and panic enter his eyes as he stared up at Dippet trying to convey his desperation about the fact that he had nowhere else to go. It was clear that everyone had seen it, as this time all the glares that were directed at the blasted old codger were more pronounced even Dippet looked angry at his colleague.

"I am thinking of the potential danger to the children Albus as it may have slipped your notice but the boy you are talking so suspiciously about is a child, who's clearly traumatised and has nowhere to go and your words are not helping at all so I suggest you be quiet whilst I deal with this. I am grateful for your council at times Albus but this is not one of those times." Dippet scolded.

It took all the effort Harry had to not burst out laughing, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he never knew Dippet had a backbone, he had always thought that he had followed Dumbledore's every word as law but it's clear that was not true. His shoulders were shaking slightly but it made it seem as if he were frightened even though he was filled to the brim with amusement at Dumbledore's expression, it was hilarious.

Dippet then turned to him and asked softly, "Do you think you can stand up child?" He tried to pick himself off the ground before the sting in his leg started to throb in agonising waves and he gasped in pain before sprawling back on the floor, black spots entering his vision slightly. He refused to black out now so he painstakingly managed to lift himself to a sitting position and held his head, there was a slight ringing in his ears so he couldn't hear what exactly was going on but he felt the brush of a hand against his shoulder and this time his flinch was real. He looked up, his vision now becoming slightly blurry before he heard voices saying, "...healer... hospital wing... pass out..." but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stay awake any longer and his eyes rolled back in his head.