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Prologue

Fear. Dumbledore contemplated that world silently as he walked the almost deserted streets of diagon alley with the quiet but ambitious boy that would one day become lord Voldemort. Though neither of them knew that yet. Because the quiet but ambitious boy was just that. Tom was a handsome oy of sixteen at this time, striding along beside the wizened old man half hidden by half-moon spectacles and a long white beard. Fear can taint a person, make a person do terrible things. Some of the things dumbledore practiced would be frowned upon, but those things were all for the greater good of course. And who would thing to defy the man that defeated Grindelwald? An old friend of his, but nevertheless, a necessity: Grindelwald knew too much.

He was pulled out of musings y tom, who was talking to the goblin guard at the door. The large outline of Gringotts bank loomed into view. Dumbledore watched tom closely as he conversed with the guard. He reached out with his magic and probed gently at tom's mind. Yet there they were: those impenetrable barriers that protected his thoughts. They began to expand at dumbledore's touch as he withdrew from tom's mind seconds before being crushed.

"thank you. May your gold ever-flow," tom said to the goblin who gave him a nasty grin. "and may your enemies fall at your feet Mr. riddle" dumbledore watched as tom inclined his head, sharing a secret smile with the goblin.

"come tom, time only waits for a dead man" tom owed slightly and followed dumbledore towards the imposing marble desk of the head goblin. Tom frowned as dumbledore called upon the goblin. He knew better than to interrupt a goblin, who was weighing gold: a lengthy process that can be unbalanced easily. Behind dumbledore, tom touched his three fingers to his forehead, the accepted apology between goblin. The goblin's eyes widened slightly, then he bowed his head. dumbledore cleared his throat. "tom, here, needs an inheritance test. We don't know much about his previous family, but he seems to have the knowledge of Parseltongue, and his core has started to expand irregularly."

Sharp tooth, the goblin, eyed dumbledore, then let his gaze rest on tom. The boy's core was a strong one but seemed fairly controlled to him. He wondered what dumbledore's intentions to the boy were.; it was no secret among goblins that dumbledore was not to be trusted. Goblins may never speak about the transactions between these fortified walls, but that does not mean they have no eyes "Of course, follow me"

They walked toward the back of Gringotts, eventually stopping at a small, oak-panelled door, set into a vast expanse of marble. "In here," Tom shivered as he felt the clammy iciness of a detection spell wash over him. Dumbledore strode past him and settled into a conjured chinz armchair of his own creation, a sickly pink, that stood out horribly amongst the soft wooden lustre oof the goblin's office. The head goblin sneered and clapped his hands, as a piece of parchment and a silver dagger flew towards him. He caught both with practised ease and set the paper and the dagger in front of tom. "6 drops should do," said sharptooth, watching carefully as the boy slit open the pad of his thumb marvelling at the weight and skill of the goblin-made silver dagger, a weapon borne of practised ease. Tom let six drops of blood drip onto the paper before healing the wound with his wand. He watched as the blood seeped into the paper, slowly forming words in the same ruby red.

Dumbledore reached forward slowly, but the goblin's eyes flared, and he reached out with one long bony hand and slid the paper over to tom. Toms eyes skimmed over the paper. He started in surprise and quickly re-read it.

Name:

Tom Marvolo Ignotus riddle

Parents:

Tom riddle ~deceased (heart attack) (p.s)

Merope riddle nee gaunt ~deceased (childbirth) (pureblood)

Titles:

Lord of Slytherin

Master of life

Lord of Ravenclaw

Descendant of Salazar Slytherin

Lord of Peverell

Descendant of Grindelwald

Core:

Dark, merlin level

Abilities:

Parseltongue, shadow walk, phase shift, elemental magic, giver of life, healing magic, shape shifting, time magic, parselmagic, parsel mage

Inheritance:

Shadow demon, incubus, vampire

Status:

Dominant

Mates:

Harry j. potter (unborn)

Status:

Submissive

That was the last thing tom saw before the world went white.

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Fear, dumbledore thought as he exited his pensieve. The goblin had been killed of course, and tom obliviated. He bound tom's core and abilities, putting a many layered compulsions on tom. If he was to hate the potter's, he would kill them... hopefully, and in doing do, destroy his mate, therefore destroying himself in the process. He was too powerful. That's what dumbledore's fear induced brain had thought, standing alone in that office, with a dead goblin and a stupid tom.

But dumbledore had not foreseen the.... Slightly enigmatic circumstances.

Tom's creature, though bound, would do everything to protect his mate, and, as the two forces battled inside tom, it would slowly turn him insane.

That is why, dumbledore was standing in his office with a tiny baby and a distraught Sirius black. Black was too observant. Though, he didn't notice as the purple obliviate shot through the air towards him. A few discreet calls, and he would be out of then way, and a few spells later had Harry's core bound and a compulsion placed around the sleeping boy. A simple turn found the odd pair in front of an inconspicuous door and a neatly clipped hedge, with a polished number 4.

Fear, dumbledore thought, is a terrible thing.

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