A/N Well this was a fanfiction requested by Alchemicpikachu. This is set in the 1971. It is a mixture of the Dark is Rising and Harry Potter.

Marvolo's POV

Four years of teaching at Hogwarts and there was still nothing he hated more than visiting orphanages. It reminded him much of his own upbringing. He could deal with bringing muggleborns in. Orphans were another issue altogether. Still it was part of his job and he would fulfill his duty.

Marvolo stood in front of the Saint Mary's orphanage in a black suit. His black hair perfectly style and had piercing blue eyes. When he knocked on the door it was answered by a small child.

He asked his eyes wide," Are you here to take one of us home?"

Marvolo could sense the hope in the child's tone. So many times he had seen kids like that. It never got any easier.

He said smiling to put the young one at ease," No I'm here to see Harrison Evans."

The child's face scrunched up like he smelled something disgusting. The boy asked sounding put out," Why would you want to talk to the freak?"

Marvolo's eye twitched in irritation. If there was one word he hated the most it was freak. Once again it stemmed from his childhood. It took him several moments to remind himself that this was not one of his bullies. That this child didn't know him or his past.

Before he could say anything else a shrill voice asked," Who's at the door boy?"

A stout women in her fifties came up behind the child. The child said meekly," He's here to see the freak Miss Smith."

Her grey eyes narrowed at him. His blue ones met hers without issue. He would speak to Mr. Evans one way or another today.

She said to the child," Go on leave. I'll speak with the man," once the boy was gone she asked," What do you want with Evans? If he broke something I won't pay for it."

Marvolo said his irritation rising," He didn't break anything. He has been accepted into a special school."

Her eyes narrowed at him as she replied," We don't have the money to send him to a special school."

A voice came from above them," Madame Smith? I'm heading out."

Marvolo's blue eyes met green eyed black haired boy. He looked no older than ten at best.

Smith said her eyes narrowed," Harrison. You cannot go just yet. This man is here to speak with you."

Green eyes darkened with suspicion. He said his voice rough as if not used to speaking," I didn't do it."

Marvolo said his lips twitching in amusement," I'm not accusing you of anything. In fact I'm here to offer you a position in school I teach at."

His eyes turned to the woman and said," Maybe we should take this to a more private setting."

The woman snapped out of her reverie and said," Of course. Mr..."

He sighed," Riddle."

"Of course Mr. Riddle."

They were led to the dining room where Harrison sat with his back to a corner. Marvolo took a seat across from him and the woman took her leave. For a moment they sat there in silence. It seemed the boy didn't want to say anything. By the dead look in his eyes he was used to people treating him like a freak. The words of the younger boy rang in his ear. Seems like nothing changed since he aged out.

With a sigh he said handing the boy his letter," This is your acceptance letter into the school."

The boy took it wordlessly. Silently he opened it and began reading. Marvolo watched with an amused smirk as the child's eyebrows rose. No doubt he was getting to part about magic.

The asked in a mere whisper," Magic? You expect me to believe that?"

There was a sense of incredulity in his question. Marvolo leaned back as he replied," You have never done anything strange? Something you couldn't explain?"

The boy seemed to think on his words for a moment. With how quiet the other was being he was tempted to use legilimency on him. He had to force himself to maintain his self control. It was illegal to use legilimency on a minor. He would rather not go to Azkaban to sate his curiosity.

The boy asked," Is that why animals don't like me?"

"Animals don't like you? That isn't usually associated with magic. No."

The boy didn't show any disappointment at his words. There was something else. Marvolo could feel it.

The boy said bluntly," I don't have any money to pay for these supplies. Or a way to pay the school back."

Marvolo said using all of his skills to keep his tiredness in check," We have a scholarship fund for orphans such as yourself."

The boy's eyes narrowed as he thought it over. He was skinny. Much to skinny for a child of his age even as an orphan.

Finally though the child nodded and allowed Marvolo to take him to Diagon Alley. It took some convincing on his part for the boy to allow him to touch him. Considering it was required for apparition he had to get the boy to allow the touch. Thankfully that was the most difficult part of their trip.

They went to Gringotts first. The boy's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the goblins. Marvolo was gone for no more than ten minutes to get the boy's year's money. When he returned Harrison was speaking with the goblin teller. Instead of telling him off the goblin was actually answering his questions.

Marvolo said shortly," Time to go, Mr. Evans."

Evans said bowing to the goblin," Thank you for your information. May your vaults overflow with gold."

The goblin said shortly," And may your enemies fall by your blade."

Once they were out of the bank Marvolo asked," How did you know to say that, Mr. Evans?"

Evans shrugged as he replied," I asked."

He didn't know whether to call the boy out or be impressed that he was able to get the goblins favor. Either way there was something different about him. Like a snake waiting to strike.

They went through the shops getting the required supplies. They stopped for a brief lunch before going to Olivander's. The door chimed when they entered.

A familiar silver haired man came around the corner on a ladder. The man said with a smile," I was wondering when I would be seeing you, Mr. Evans. I would have thought I would have seen you on your 11th birthday but it seems Albus put you further down the list. And Mr. Riddle your wand was yew and Phoenix feather 13 inches. A powerful wand."

Marvolo inclined his head and the wand maker went back to the boy. As he looked over Evans his eyes widened. The man did a double take as if not believing what he was seeing.

The wand marker said shaking himself from his thoughts," Well come closer lad. What's your wand arm?"

"I'm right handed," came the short reply.

Marvolo watched as Evans was measured. It reminded him much of his own time getting a wand. Evans stood stock still as it went on. His eyes never left the wand maker. Like he was preparing in case of an attack on his person.

Finally the wand maker held out a wand for the boy to try. He said," Ash and Dragon heart string 11 inches."

Evans raised an eyebrow and the man sighed," Well give it a wave."

Evans did as he was told. The glass lamp exploded and the wand was gently laid back on the table.

The wand maker said grabbing a new one," No matter I will fix it later. Try this one. Ash shadow Phoenix feather 10 and a half inches."

The boy waved it and the boxes behind the wand maker shot out. This caused both child and man to duck out of the way. The wand maker took the wand from the child grumbling under his breath.

They were still there an hour later. The pile of discarded wands was growing.

The man asked suddenly," Who was your father Mr. Evans?"

Startled the boy said," I don't know. I have always been in an orphanage."

The wand maker drummed his fingers on the desk. He said sounding far off," I wonder... could it be?"

Olivander disappeared for several moments into the back. Evans asked suddenly," What happens if I can't get a wand?"

Marvolo answered unconcerned," Worst comes to worst we will get you a custom made wand."

Olivander came back carrying a wand box. It was a grey box with a spiraling unfamiliar symbol on it. The symbol seemed to spiral forever.

The boy took the wand and it was like someone opened a window. The temperature dropped. When the boy gave it a wave green and gold sparks came out. It seemed like they had a winner.

Harrison's POV

When he picked up the wand he felt like it was his perfect fit. For the first time in his life he felt like something truly belonged to him.

Mr. Riddle asked from behind him," What kind of wand is it?"

Olivander said his eyes never leaving the wand," Ash and time dust 11 inches. You are meant for great things Mr. Evans."

Harrison nodded carefully. This wasn't the first time he saw the symbol. In fact he had the exact same symbol on his right shoulder. One that he always kept hidden from others.

Everyone already thought he was a freak. There was no reason for him to give them more ammunition. So he kept it hidden from everyone.

Olivander said after they paid him," You should consider getting a belt, Mr. Evans. I'm sure it will come in handy later."

Harrison glanced at the old man from over his shoulder. He didn't get the chance to reply as they were leaving. Questions rang through his mind. What did the man mean? Did he know something that Harrison didn't?

He didn't get much time to consider this as Riddle pulled him close again. The feeling of being sucked through a straw overwhelmed him. He landed painfully on the ground when it stopped. Deciding he hated that form of transportation as he gained his feet he glared at the man.

Riddle held out a ticket and said," Spetmember first you must be at King's cross by 11 am. If you are late the train will leave without you. Platform 9 and three quarters is in between 9 and ten. You just walk in through the barrier. Good luck."

With that the dark haired man was gone. This left him to haul his trunk up to the orphanage and into his room. At least he had something to do for the rest of the summer. Maybe he could find out about the strange things that happened around him.