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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle_|_Voldemort, Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle, James
      Potter/Lily_Evans_Potter, Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin, Others_I_Guess?
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      Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange, Rabastan_Lestrange, Rodolphus_Lestrange,
      Lucius_Malfoy, Original_Male_Character(s), James_Potter, Lily_Evans
      Potter, Albus_Dumbledore, others_-_Character
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      Seer_Harry_Potter, Powerful_Harry, Magically_Powerful_Harry_Potter, Good
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      Harry, Top_Tom_Riddle, Underage_-_Freeform, Not_a_lot_though, cause
      wizards_are_adults_at_17, and_Harry_is_like_15, Dumbledore_Bashing, James
      Potter_Bashing, Lily_Evans_Potter_Bashing, James_Potter_Being_an_Asshole,
      Spoilt_Brat_OC, He's_an_ass, seriously, Slytherin_Harry_Potter,
      Soulmates, Fluff, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Romance, ?_-_Freeform, idk_how_to
      tag, read_it_please_-_Freeform, Not_Beta_Read
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-23 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1111
****** Little Serpent ******
by Elijah_Avada
Summary
     When Tom goes to kill the Potter brats, he discovers that one twin,
     Hadrian Lilliandre Potter, is his soulmate. Faking his death and
     pretending to have fulfilled the blasted prophecy, he takes off and
     raises his soulmate, and continues to plan. All goes well... until
     the Order finds his Manor and one Harry Potter, and suddenly his
     little soulmate is at Hogwarts with his nasty older twin brother, the
     Boy-Who-Lived, Charles Potter.
Notes
     Wooo this is probably really cliched but yay! I don't really know
     what to say... heh. Uhhhh this first chapter is weird since its the
     prologue but also kind of a chapter as well. eh. jut ignore it. and
     reeeaaaaaddddd! (ok ok I'll stop now 0w0)
Prologue & Chapter 1
The Potters were the perfect family. Lily, the sweet, beautiful and loving wife
and mother who stayed home to look after her child and house, James, the
charming and hardworking husband and father, and Charles Potter, the perfect,
well behaved little boy. The Saviour.
But of course, nothing could possibly be so perfect…
---(WOOOOOOOOOOOOOP)---
Two boys were curled up beside each other in a cot. One had messy red hair and
soft, chocolate brown eyes. The other had longer and slightly wavy black hair,
paired with green eyes so vivid it looked as if they were glowing.
When a ugly, snake-like man burst into the room, the two baby boys jolted a
little. The man looked over the two boys, his ‘lips’ curling into a slight
sneer at the redhead, who had started crying loudly, and then his expression
softened as he laid eyes on the dark haired boy.
He was the one. His soulmate.
The snake man’s body shimmered a little, it looked as if light was flowing over
it, and then the figure had changed. In place of the sickening, disfigured
snake-like man, was a young man of maybe twenty with curly black hair and wine
coloured eyes with a ring of red around the pupils. He was tall and slim, but
still muscled; his skin was pale, but not unhealthily so, and his features were
sharp and aristocratic.
While neither of the little boys knew it, this was Tom Riddle, or Lord
Voldemort. This was how he truly looked, not the snake glamour he used in
battle and when with his outer circle of Death Eaters.
The young man took one look at the redhead and flicked his wrist, while
hissing, wandlessly casting a Parseltongue Glamour that even Dumbledore and Mad
Eye would be unable to see through or remove. The glamour hadn’t done much
really, just added a scar to the redhead’s temple. It looked like perhaps a
star or a firework.
With that done, he lifted the green eyed boy into his arms. the boy hardly
reacted, staying calm and simply snuggled his head against his neck. A smile
twitched at Tom’s lips.
It seemed the boy acknowledged him as well.
Footsteps could be heard pounding up the stairs and he continued his plans.
He dropped a dark robe to the floor, along with some ashes, and added a
duplicate of his wand to the pile, before pulling out his own wand and yelling
out the killing curse dramatically, aiming his wand at the wall across from the
cot.
It was in the moment that he was apparating out of the room that the door
opened, James and Lily Potter scrambling in, calling out the names of their
boys. Well… now boy, he supposed.
—————————————
The next week was eventful.
The war was declared over. Peter Pettigrew died of a mysterious case of Dragon-
Pox. Charles James Potter was hailed as the Saviour of the Wizarding World, the
Boy-Who-Lived, the Vanquisher of the Dark Lord.
All was not well, however.
The Potters, along with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, grieved the loss of
little Hadrian Lilliandre Potter…
The Dark Lord, on the other hand, was celebrating finding his soulmate in the
young boy. Soulmates in the Wizarding World were strange things, not everyone
had one, and even if they did they might not find them. The Dominant soulmate
would be anything the Submissive needed, a friend, partner, parent even. And
that was exactly what Tom would do. He would lay low for a while, raise his
soulmate. When his boy was older, he would go back to his followers, but would
still keep him hidden until it was the right time. He would teach him
everything he wanted and needed to know, give him whatever he wanted, with
boundaries of course, and when he was old enough, he would give him the option
of a romantic relationship.
———————15 Years Later———————
“Marvolo…”
His soulmate’s soft voice had him looking up from the tome he was studying and
across the small, elegant table where he sat.
His soulmate got more and more beautiful as he grew. His wavy black hair was
long, tied back in a ponytail that brushed the back of his knees with a emerald
leather tie. His eyes were still bewitching, molten jewels that shone with
magic and power. His skin was a snowy white and he had plump, rosy pink lips.
He had grown to be tall, not as tall as himself however, and lithe. He wore
fine charcoal robes, a silver top made of silk and pitch black dragon hide
trousers, along with boots of the same material.
When the younger male saw he had his attention, he tried to speak, but it came
out in a stuttered jumble of words.
“I… I want to…”
Marvolo raised an eyebrow at him. The younger had always been well-spoken and
articulate. Recently though, he had been a lot quieter, and had been avoiding
him slightly. It was only when he took in the pink blush staining his cheeks
did he understand what his little soulmate was trying to say.
“I want to be with you, Marvolo!”
A genuine, bright smile made its way onto the Dark Lord’s face. He had wanted
this for so long…
With that thought, he pounced on the younger male, holding him close and
scattering kisses over his face.
“I will give you whatever you want, Hadrian, my love. Always.”
——————————————
The Death Eaters, specifically the Dark Lord’s Elite, had noticed the change in
their Lord. He had been a little softer, less… empty and more human. Bellatrix
was adamant that the man was definitely in love, claiming that love is the only
thing that could change a man so much. The rest of the group had brushed it
off, they couldn’t imagine their Lord being in love, let alone who he would be
in love with.
They had seen his weird behaviour at random intervals, in small but honest
smiles, in gentle expressions and soft whispers. None of them could forget one
occasion when they had entered the library for their regular meeting, only to
stop short at the sight of their Lord smiling a little dreamily, his eyes fixed
on a small emerald clasped in between his fingers. Nor the time he had held a
delicate white rose in his hand, twirling it and seeming in complete peace.
Scenes like these were only found when the man was unaware of their presence,
when he felt he was alone and safe to be so open.
After seeing him like this, it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise that
day…
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