Twins: A Different Life

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Tom Marvolo Riddle was very happy as he looked at his new body in awe. After 10 years as something less than a spirit, he had finally returned to a corporal form and it was due to an eleven year old child. He looked in to the mirror and smirked, the elixir had returned him to his prime and his old looks, meddling with so much dark magic had twisted his appearance in to something even he was horrified look at. Now though, now he was back to himself, around his mid-thirties if he were to hasten a guess. He flexed his fingers and rolled his shoulders, it was good to be back. There was much to do and in little time but for now he wanted to think; Harry Potter, or Harrison Black as he was now, was an enigma. The boy had raised so many questions in his mind that it was alarming, Harrison had been the child he had targeted when he had heard the prophecy, the boys magic was there in quantities and yet he had handed him the Philosophers Stone.

There was much more to the boy than on the surface and his hate for the Potters was obvious, but what got to the Dark Lord was the boy himself, the way his mind worked, even at such a young age, was something to be admired. He had worked out who he was when Dumbledore remained oblivious, he had worked out what he was after and he had approached him all from a name he hadn't been associated with in years; it was mind blowing. The boy was also, somehow, the Slytherin Heir, which in itself raised questions. The Potters were in no way related to his line so how the boy could wear the ring was anyone's guess. When Harrison had asked to speak with him that day in the classroom, Tom could honestly say he was shocked, the boy was bold but he had obviously thought the whole thing through. And the boys magic; it was everywhere.

The magic wasn't just running wild, no, he had tight control over it all and used it to his needs, it was like an extended limb and in all of his life he had never seen anyone so young control their magic like Harrison. The Dark Lord walked through his father's manor at a sedate pace, he hated his father and had believed him to be a common muggle, again he was surprised by an eleven year old boy when he had laid his father's true linage down. The manor had been restored but it wouldn't do, he was moving to Slytherin castle at the quickest convenience and he had plans to lay out. The first thing on that list was catching up with the latest happenings in the world starting with the latest paper. He sat down to read and his eyebrows rose further and further up his head and he felt his notorious temper stir, Potter's spawn had tried to kill Harrison and Dumbledore was blocking everything, the old fool was always sticking his nose in where it wasn't wanted. He was looking forward to destroying the old fool once and for all.

Besides that, Harrison was an Heir, the only Heir to the Slytherin line, however unexplained, he wore the ring and that was enough. He doubted Black would let this go and Lucius was backing him meaning something was going to happen soon. The next paper made him smirk, a duel between the Black Lord and the Potter Lord was something he wanted to see for himself, it was a public duel and he had every intention of going, he would be unrecognisable if he glamoured the eyes. His eyes had stayed resolutely red, a bright crimson, but they gave him a certain edge and he actually liked them. It would also give him an opportunity to see the wizarding world and the old school, and be the perfect opportunity to begin everything.

Tom Marvolo Riddle was very happy and he had plans to change everything.