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Premise...


Tom Riddle is unsatisfied with his life at Hogwarts. And what better thing for the future Dark Lord to do when he is unsatisfied...than to change that which displeases him? So, with a desire to know what he will become in his later years, Tom devises a plan to travel into the future.

However, Tom's future is Harry's present, and it won't be easy for a young Dark Lord to walk about unnoticed in the halls of his former haunt so many years later...

Whose side are you on? What role will you play? Only you can decide...

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Image taken from HERE

Characters...

Students

Tom Riddle/Voldemort --Young Lord Voldemort
Harry Potter --Celtic Grace
Hermione Granger -- Elaine of Astolat
Ron Weasley --Elaine of Astolat
Fred Weasley --Lucie Furr
George Weasley --Lucie Furr
Ginny Weasley
Neville Longbottom
Luna Lovegood --Elaine of Astolat
Cho Chang
Hannah Abbott
Lavender Brown
Colin Creevey
Dennis Creevey
Seamus Finnegan
Padma Patil
Parvati Patil
Draco Malfoy
Pansy Parkinson
Vincent Crabbe
Gregory Goyle



Teachers

Minerva McGonagall
Severus Snape --Lucie Furr
Filius Flitwick
Rubeus Hagrid
Rolanda Hooch
Pomona Sprout
Sybill Trelawney --Elaine of Astolat



Etc (Includes other adults and possibly deceased characters)

Albus Dumbledore
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody
Arthur Weasley
Molly Weasley
Lucius Malfoy
Narcissa Malfoy --Madison of Slytherin
Bellatrix Lestrange --Tecnia
Rodolphus Lestrange

(And...all the other Death Eaters!)


OCs

Madison Ruven (Riddle)
Caena Morrison
Trinity Snape



Tis very, very possible that I have forgotten to list some characters. After all, the list of HP characters is massive, and I just don't have that much patience at 3 in the morning. So here is the list for now. If you see someone here you want to be, please let me know. If you DON'T and you have another character in mind...please let me know. XD

Trrriiiinnn! XD Loveth your posty. I will put you down as Fred as well. smile

Oh...and I'll make my own post in a bit.

Caena Morrison (pronounced KY-nah)
Sixth Year
Ravenclaw

Caena was born as the Order's defense against Madison Ruven. Her parents, surprisingly, are Siruis Black and Lily Potter. No, Lily did NOT have an affair; She simply took one for the team xD

Because of the unusual circumstances (death of mother, blaming of father, etc), Caena never knew where she came from and grew up in an orphanage outside of London. She started attending Hogwarts at a normal age, and was put into Ravenclaw. Known for being a strange sort of child, she isolates herself from the other students, and is usually the one most gossipped about, save for perhaps Luna Lovegood. Her favorite class is History of Magic. No one else can see the reasoning behind that. She loves music of all kinds, and likes to sing to pass the time, but doesn't really show off around others.

((I will also be willing to take on the role of Harry, and I promise not to make him so emo xD))

Tom sat in his first period Transfiguration class, dark eyes downcast onto the textbook but not really focusing on the words sprawling across it. He had read all of his texts numerous times over the summer, both to prepare for the coming year and to escape the shrill and irritating voices of the children at the orphanage.

His eyes drifted towards the front of the classroom and for a brief second his carefully masked features creased into a scowl.

Dumbledore. Gods he loathed that man. He had been increasingly pressing on Tom's nerves for the last six years, and it seemed that his final year at Hogwarts would be no better. In fact, it appeared the man was keeping an even MORE watchful eye on him, if that were possible.

Dumbledore's irritatingly twinkling eyes rested on Tom then, as if he had been listening to the inner dialogue, though Tom knew that was impossible. His mental barriers were far too strong for even the 'most powerful wizard of all time' to break.

He scoffed quietly and shifted his gaze back to the book in front of him.

Soon they would know all too well who the most powerful wizard of all time was. Very soon.

It's a long way to Tipperary,
it's a long way to go - and various.
It's a torture of twists, and about-turns,
disillusions, disappointments.
The way to Tipperary appears
perennially dark with only occasional twilight's...

The shock of snoring cut through her concentration as she glanced up at the passenger she shared the car with. She was new to Hogwarts and it was still unnerving, this train. So desolate. So quiet. Well.. At least for her.

The student across from her was one she didn't know, but he looked about twelve, it seemed, with pale blonde hair, and an array of freckles. What did she care? She had never made many friends anyway. Why would now be different? Shifting, Caena turned back to her book, letting the poetry carry her away again...

The way to Tipperary darkened
with the shadows of all those
who never got there anyway;
those who settled for some resthouse,
some casual trinket thief of time.
Don't let those shadows,
mumbling in their own gloom,
deter or deviate you.
Hold to your main road. Keep going!

It was getting too dark to read. Her head ached from the strain of trying to peer at the words, twist them into something legible. With a soft, barely audible sigh, she closed the worn book, tucking it into the simple bag she carried. The rest of her schoolbooks were packed away in a trunk, for safety reasons. No, the books themselves weren't in any danger. Her eyes were. At least this old volume of poetry was familiar enough that she could put it down when it became too dark to read. Across from her, the second-year continued to snore...

By the time the train was slowing in front of the school, Caena had dressed in the school uniform, pulling her hair into a simple plait down her back. Several tendrils were already springing loose, curling over her ears delicately, falling into her pale eyes. She pushed them back absently, glancing at all of the younger students in their first year. This certainly was the most out of place she'd felt. The ride across the lake, however, was soothing, and she felt her concerns starting to drift away.

It returned in the Great Hall. She'd first sighted the ceiling, and it had taken her breath away, her gaze brightening with fascination. But all of her ease was gone by the time she sat on the very small stool, the too heavy hat pulled over her ears. Perhaps they were TRYING to humiliate her?

A voice crackled through her ear, and she winced slightly before trying to focus on the actual words. "..been waiting for you. Yes, Oh, you certainly are as they said. A great benefit you will be in.. RAVENCLAW!" Caena jolted as the blue-massed table cheered, and she gave a small, if still startled, smile before taking a seat at the very end of the table.

By the time the others were Sorted, her mind was wandering again. What could she expect from this school? What could she gain? What did THEY gain from having her? She just didn't know.. She played with her food, sighing silently. Dumbledore was giving a speech, but the words were lost on her.

With the Feast finished, Caena stood, following the others to her own dormitory. As she headed for the doorway, she found herself standing directly behind a mass of Slytherins. She blinked, her gaze instantly finding her.

Instantly, Caena was convinced that she and this Slytherin were similar. More than similar.... But there were the noteable differences. For instance, Caena was over half a foot shorter than her, and built like a reed, no meat on her bones. She was tall, curved just right. Her hair was long, thick, a mass of ebony ringlets that sent the boys into fits of ecstacy. Her own black hair, meanwhile, was thin, whispy, as delicate as the rest of her, with just enough curl to be a nusance. Even their eyes were different and the same. While the Slytherin fluttered eyelashes over emerald gems, Caena stared with her own pale eyes. It was a debate their exact shade was, whether they were actually green, or blue, or just plain old grey. No one knew. Or cared, really.

Caena was starting to think of herself almost the fitting image of a half-breed. Here was the other girl, more than likely a pureblood, breathtakingly beautiful, striking, slightly exotic, the fantasy of every male over the age of ten. And then, there was her, the similar, but not quite similar girl. The watered down little sister. Yes, they could pass for sisters, but some of the magic was gone from Caena, as if she really WAS nothing more than half of the goddess standing before her.

She gulped down a breath, and without thinking, she reached forward, touching the girl's sleeve. "Are we related?" The question blurted itself out, not even bothering to ask her permission to be voiced.. Instantly, her pale cheeks flushed violently, and she bit her lip.

Madison stopped at the voice. She turned her head just enough to glare down her nose at the girl. One eyebrow raised and she laughed.

"Related? You and I?"

She looked the girl over, "I think not! Why, just look at you...small, mousy, disgusting. You're certainly a dowdy little thing! What could possibly be in your head to lead you to believe you would have even one of my genes?"

With that, she turned away from the younger girl, tugging her sleeve roughly out of the Ravenclaw's grasp, and stalked off down the hall toward the Slytherin dungeon.