Disclaimer
I under no right what so ever own any of the Harry Potter characters; they all belong to J.K Rowling. I also under no rights will include any mary sue characters or may fan girls cast me in to the pits of a fiery hell .
Harry's parents were never killed, nor his younger brother Kevin, but Voldemort did take Harry into his charge…but what if it was by the 2 year olds request at kindness?
PROLOUGUE
It's almost ironic how often a tale begins during the most unwanted of times and under the most unpleasant of weathers.
And this is no different from them.
A slow yet chilling breeze was sweeping through the grounds of an old withering estate, soon to be followed by a light rain.
Rain drops could be heard hitting the ground, dampening the very soil of the infamous riddle mansion.
The very house of the previous lord Voldemort hadn't always had such an abandoned feel to it.
There had been a time when laughter was rung through the warmth of the brightly lit corridors and tears followed by hugs had been exchanged when no one was around to see.
But those times were now long gone, the corridors though lit would not release their warmth from their cold marbled exteriors. Tears were still shed, but instead of a pair of loving arms surrounding, a cold wind would envelope the soul.
It didn't take long for the rain to switch to a hard down pour, almost as if it were attempting to wash away the mansions sins, from its finely primmed garden to the rusty hinges of it's now cracked windows.
Even the Riddle's graveyard, only a few meters away from the furthest reach of the Riddles garden felt the shear force of the rain. The only part heavens tears could not reach and would not reach was a small section of this land of dead. A large stone, quite plain in comparison to it's larger and more elaborated neighbours was being overshadowed by the small shape of a little boy, no older then ten.
The tomb stone had already been purified by the tears the raven haired youth had let stream down from his emerald tinted eyes to hit the rock and the few flowers laying down beside it.
The weather, almost matching the turmoiled inner feelings of the boy, slowed its heavy attack and reverted back to its watery mist like state as he gently caressed the engraved stone in a loving manner.
With that he gave a warm smile as he kissed the cold head of the stone, turned on the heel of his feet and calmly walked away from the graveyard, the riddle heritage and from the happy and painful memories.
As he was halfway down the pebbled path away from the mansion, he turned around for one last bid farewell.
"Good bye, Big Brother" he said, only to pause for a moment.
"Sorry" he tried again, moving some of his long black hair out of his eyes.
"Good bye…Tom, rest in piece" the smile that lit his face allowed the small stream of light to escape the slowly thinning out rain clouds to shine down on the rest of the pebbled path.
As such he turned around and resumed back to his walk, allowing the path to guide him to a new destination.
Two weeks from now, an owl had been sent, a letter attached to its leg containing a Hogwarts school invitation.
After eleven years,
Harry Potter had been found again.
Author's Note
Hope this gives some hint as to what I'm about to write about, and no it's not gonna be one of those Harry angsty types, I'm gonna try to give him some common sense to resolve problems without causing the end of the world.
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