I've returned from the past

Prologue

It was never supposed to end like this. 

They were supposed to rule the world together and change the wizarding world for the better. 

He grips the flower bouquet hard as it rains- hiding his tears. He's the only one here now, nobody else could take it. 

The graveyard was silent apart from the steady drizzle. 

Though there was a crunch of leaves and he snarls, "Don't come any closer." 

Albus Dumbledore paused and surveyed Tom Riddle, standing at the grave stone of one Hadrian Black. 

Tom shakes violently, grief and rage stirring inside of him like molten lava. 

Everything he'd known- everything he knew had died when Hadrian did. He knelt and placed Hadrians favourite flowers in front of the stone. The blue and yellow lilies were bright in the dark evening. Only the street lamps provided light enough to see. 

He was soaked to the bone and he knelt in front of Hadrian as he shakes with silent sobs. 

The only reason Dumbledore wasn't dead was because Hadrian had seen the man as a father. Had defended Dumbledore and Tom had seen why sometimes. Had seen the protectiveness from Dumbledore when he defended his students- defeating Grindelwald had made everyone understand Dumbledore a bit better too. 

But he still hated Dumbledore- couldn't not hate the man for bringing him to and from the orphanage to school and all those manipulations- 

He'd talked to Hadrian about it frequently. Why did he protect Dumbledore despite everything.

His answer had been simple. 

He'll die for this world.  

Hadrian had some gift in the magic of being a seer- no matter what he objected to. Because he'd always known more things than others. How he'd known when the war would end- the day in the muggle world. He'd known when Grindelwald would fall. He'd known about the orphanage too- or had hinted to it. Now it hurt just that much- had he known he'd die? 

Now he'd never hear his voice again and it was driving him insane- just the thought hurt. Everything about it hurt and he clenches his pants tightly, kneeling. 

True to his word Dumbledore didn't move, watching the boy he'd thought never had a shred of compassion for anybody. He'd hidden everything with Hadrian so well, that while this wasn't necessarily a shock, it was still surprising. 

He had wrongly judged Tom. Hadrian had spoken to him about that. That Tom had dark tendencies but in the end he just wanted to be powerful enough he'd never be cast aside again. He wanted to be loved- but thought he could only get it through power. 

Tom stopped crying after a while and stared at his grave. 

"I'll kill them," he says quietly. Dumbledore locks eyes with Riddle- the tear stained face and the red eyes. 

"Don't be consumed by it," Dumbledore says softly. He could not take revenge with his own two hands- but he could let Tom do it and remove the memories of it later. 

Tom stands, leaving the lilies there. 

Dumbledore had never met Hadrian Black's mother as he was from a distant line. But her name was Lily and she'd been killed in the war. 

"You won't stop me Dumbledore. You're only alive because Hadrian would hate me if I killed you too." 

Dumbledore looks at Tom and Tom looked at him. 

Dumbledore saw the rage and venom in Tom and Tom saw the vengeance and worry and grief in Dumbledore. 

There was a mutual understanding and Dumbledore revealed a white lotus bouquet. 

"I came here not to stop you but pay my respects." Tom just nodded, hair plastered to his forehead and he leaves. 

Orion Black, Reinhard Lestrange, Thaddeus Nott, Abraxas Malfoy and Aden Avery stood waiting further away, dressed in black and green suits. Both to show their heritage, history and to pay respect to the dead green eyed man. 

"We're going to cause some issues," he tells them quietly and they all held umbrellas- keeping themselves dry and with a spell he dries himself off. 

Their haggard faces watched him. 

He'd died for them all- Orion had recently come to ally himself with them. 

They all give him grim looks. 

"We'll do this together." 

Tom looks at the group of allies around him- or his friends as Hadrian used to put it. 

Yes. They were his friends. He'd make sure they were always his friends. 

"Let's go." Tom turned on his heels- something clasped tightly in his right hand.