A note from the author: The storyline and writing do belong to me, whereas on the other hand, the Harry Potter series does not. That belongs to its rightful author, J.K Rowling. Without her writing this series, this mashup wouldn’t be possible. This story starts BEFORE Hogwarts. In this story, Harry is 10 (at the start) and Dudley is 11. They have a close relationship (as cousins) in the rewrite.
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There are different ways to kill Tom Riddle but no one thought this would be one of them. That he’d go so quickly, so fast. It happened too fast. Too quick. Tom and Harry were making their way to the train station arguing about something stupid, and as Harry was about to get onboard someone tried to attack him and Severus. An anonymous person really, who probably had a grudge over them. Nothing to worry about, right?
An unknown spell shot at the two in a burst of red and white light. Tom jumped in front of them, risking himself, along with everything else, and just like that, he was gone. Dead before he even hit the floor. Turns out risking your life for your sworn enemy at birth isn’t something you should do. He laid on the train station floor, lifeless. Cold. Stiff.
“Tom!” Harry cried. Tears welled in his eyes. He ran to him, dropped on his knees, and shook Tom roughly - as if trying to wake him. “No, no, no!” he screamed.
Severus sighed. His eyes sagged a bit. He walked over to Harry. He would remain strong, for Harry.
“Harry, Harry, let go of him,” Severus said, putting an arm on his shoulder. “Harry, he’s gone.” Harry shook his head no and gave a stubborn look at Severus. His brows were furrowed, and he focused back on Tom, shaking him once more.
“No! I can’t….. I won’t.” Harry felt like his soul was beginning to rip apart. He sobbed, tears trailing down his face. Why Tom? Why not someone else, why him? He had anger issues, sure, but he was a good person. A lovely brother. A great friend. Dudley stood beside him, hugging him closely.
“Harry, I’m sorry, I really am…..but we’ve got to go. The train won’t wait forever.” Dudley said in a hushed voice. Harry whipped his head around to see Dudley, knelt beside him.
“W - Whatever. . . .” Harry boarded the bus but he never forgot what happened that day. He could never forget that at age 11, his oldest brother, Tom Marvolo Riddle, died. And to this day, 35 years later, he still tries to clear his name. But, until then. . . . he makes everyone remember,
Even in death, Tom Marvolo Riddle Lives On.
Please note: This is the last chapter! Didn’t see that plot twist coming, did you? Neither did I!
- Yours Truly, Dominique.