What if Harry, Hermione, and Neville were friends with Draco and his friends in 5th year?
What if Ron and Ginny were unloyal friends?
what if Harry, Hermione, and Neville aren't their actual names?
What if Cedric never died?
what if the light side i...
I woke up at 6:30 in the morning but for a few seconds, I couldn't tell where I was. It was then the curtains opened up to a lawn and a bit of the garden, at that moment It registered in my mind that I was not a Potter but a Riddle and I was at Riddle manor. I looked over to the door that would lead to the Hallway because there was a knock at the door. I wouldn't think that anyone would be up at this time (except Harmony), although I could be wrong. I figured that it was a house-elf, but I still drew my new wand just in case. I called to the person behind the door to come in and a house-elf came in.
The house-elf introduced herself as Mille, she was my personal house-elf. She told me when breakfast, lunch, and dinner would start; what clothes I could wear on certain days; and some rules that are mandatory. The rules consist of not going farther than the first level of the basement unless supervised with someone from the inner circle (easy enough to follow), no running (I would expect that), to not interrupting a Death Eater meeting because I wasn't introduced (I could get killed on site), call Mille for anything if my parents aren't available, and be careful about Nagini. Once everything was explained it was 7:20, so I had 35 minutes to do something before having to be at the dinner table.
I decided to unpack and put away my stuff to their respected spots, which took me 20 minutes and I decided to hop into the shower and got ready in 8 minutes. I have 7 more minutes so I decided to go to Harmony and Nevan's room and knocked, they were both up and ready so we talked for 7 minutes. We soon saw two red-heads that only could belong to Fred and George, come out of a room and had made their way over to us. They knew of our real names, most likely my father, Nevan's mom, or Harmony's parents told them.
They lead us to the dining room and went in, us following close behind. The head of the table was my father, on my right was my dad, then Remus and Sirius, then Bellatrix, then Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. There were three spots open, one on the end for me, then most likely Harmony then Nevan next to Draco. We went to sit down and the food appeared. My father started eating and the rest of the table started to. I was still a bit full from last night so I try to eat but it wasn't a lot. Harmony and Nevan know this is a regular thing when going back to Hogwarts so they know not to push me to eat too much. If the adults noticed, they didn't say anything. Once everyone had finished eating, the plates and goblets disappeared.
When we were going out, my father had called me to come with him and dad to his office to talk. Once we got there, my father said to sit in the armchair that was in his office while he and dad sat on the loveseat on the other side of the small room. It was silent for a minute or two until a question was mustered by my father and it was a question I didn't like at all.
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(the couch and armchairs switched places, otherwise, this is the office⬆)
My father asked what my past home life was like. I didn't know how to answer the question because I could be vague and they notice it isn't all of it or tell them everything and risk them not liking me anymore. But I felt safe with them like I could tell them anything. I didn't that way when talking with dumbleNaff, his shimmering eyes were creeping me out to the extent that I didn't feel safe saying everything to him. I thought for a minute before deciding that I would tell them at least half of it.
I start fiddling with the hoodie strings while trying to find the best way to start explaining my past life. There really isn't any way to start off my past, I mean who would want to start a conversation, with their real parents; about you being locked in a cupboard until turning eleven, or being forced to do all the chores, or getting hand-me-downs, even the job I was forced to have, or even to vaguely skim over beatings and punishments. I guess I could start with hand-me-downs, then all the chores, the job, the cupboard, and finally a skim of beatings and punishments.
"uh, w-well. I was 'raised' by the Dursleys, my 'u-uncle' felt it unnecessary to buy n-new clothes, so I was handed my 'cousins' hand-me-downs. When I was 4, I started to complete chores like cleaning the floor, and as I grew up I was handed more and more c-chores. The most I had in a day was maybe 20, most of them being small and quick chores."
"Last s-summer, before 5th year, V-Vernon made me get a job so he would be able to get my 'cousin' more presents. It was like paying rent but for gifts and not the house. My 'cousin' doesn't even use most of the presents, he just gives them away to charity or me."
"When I was there, before I turned eleven, my b-bedroom was a c-cupboard u-under the s-stairs. I had 't-tiny' b-beatings from my 'u-uncle' at the end of each w-week and if I didn't f-finish all the chores by the end of the day then I would h-have a p-punishment that usually takes place in the b-basement."
As soon as I finish a simple run-down of my past I looked up to see my parent's eyes, and they looked sad. I rarely see sad eyes so it was different. I looked down again before my dad talked.
"Hadrian, it's alright, that was in the past and your away from them now right. come here, c'mon."
I noticed that he was now on the floor with open arms as if saying he was welcome to hug him. I got up and went to my dad and curled up against his chest. I hear shuffling from the couch and it was father, who went around to be able to hug both dad and me. When he did I stiffened up until I grew tired and so I relaxed and let sleep take me away.
Tom Riddle's POV
I had just asked my son how his past home life was and Hadrian looked down, playing with the strings on his hoodie. Sev and I waited patiently for Hadrian to say anything. I know he might not say much about it as we had just met him the other day. His eyes were barely visible but what I could see of it they seem to be calculating, most likely on what he's going to say. He suddenly starts to talk and catch on to his every word.
"uh, w-well. I was 'raised' by the Dursleys, my 'u-uncle' felt it unnecessary to buy n-new clothes, so I was handed my 'cousins' hand-me-downs. When I was 4, I started to complete chores like cleaning the floor, and as I grew up I was handed more and more c-chores. The most I had in a day was maybe 20, most of them being small and quick chores."
"Last s-summer, before 5th year, V-Vernon made me get a job so he would be able to get my 'cousin' more presents. It was like paying rent but for gifts and not the house. My 'cousin' doesn't even use most of the presents, he just gives them away to charity or me."
"When I was there, before I turned eleven, my b-bedroom was a c-cupboard u-under the s-stairs. I had 't-tiny' b-beatings from my 'u-uncle' at the end of each w-week and if I didn't f-finish all the chores by the end of the day then I would h-have a p-punishment that usually takes place in the b-basement."
Sev and I most likely looked sad but inside I was pained and trying to conceal my rage because of his 'uncle'. I secretly trying to find ways to make Vernon Dursley feel pain and then kill him in the most painful and slowest way possible. I didn't hear Sev talk but when I got out of my thoughts, Sev and Hadrian were on the floor, Hadrian curled up against him. I got up and placed myself where I can hug both of them. I noticed that Hadrian stiffened and relaxed, maybe he had fallen asleep.
