Harry's first encounter with the one Thomas Riddle is in their first year, after Riddle and his his friends stole a toad. And from that day on they were sworn enemies, and everyone knew it too. Harry Potter and Thomas Riddle fucking hated eachother. But curiosity killed the cat; and Harry and Tom quite literally murdered two of their fellow students. Harry and Tom begin to realise that they are just alike, and by that logic, to them no one else matters but eachother now. Why shouldn't they take over the world? enemies to lovers, not slowburn. it's my lonely gay feelings coming out in a weirdly violent way. ! Warning ! Violence, manipulation, murder, being super gay.

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*This story is complete and will not updated any longer check out the revamp When Blood Comes Calling.* A strange turn of events, a mysterious baby is left on the front steps of Sunderland Orphan Asylum. He has only one name on the blanket which read Hadrian. The green eyed baby with a lightning bolt on his forehead grew to know that he was special but didn't know what yet. At the age of five years he leaves the rotten place he has called home, which coincidentally burnt down the next day. A disgruntled old headmaster is wondering if Micheal hadn't been the boy-who-lived and is has been his twin but he has been presumed dead. Now a new Dark force is making its way up again, was this Dumbledore greatest mistake naming the wrong boy-who-lived? I do not own anything that belongs to this world, only this plot.

Having nothing but the overly large clothes on his back the small child made his way towards the shady, crumbling building. He paused and took a deep breath. This was it. This was home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After being abandoned at the age of two, Harry finds himself living a life that could have been quite diffrent. No one was expecting what the name Harry Potter truely entitled.