A/N: For those of you who are, or have read my Koga fanfiction, I explained that I had lost about 7 chapters to a Harry Potter fanfiction I had been working on during that time... Well this is the fanfiction! Obviously, I am having to rewrite the entire thing, so please hang in there with me on this! Please review and let me know what you think! This is going to be dark... So you have been warned!

ALSO! One of the main things that happens in this story is an idea I am borrowing from JessicaLynneGreenleaf... I so hope I spelled her name right! Anyway, I loved her Draco fanfic, and decided to elaborate on her idea... but for Tom Riddle! I am trying to make it as accurate as possible and keep to the character's personalities, but since it is before J.K. Rowling's series, it is a bit tricky! /

Anywho... ENJOY! And please let me know what you think!

Prologue: New Project, Hidden Agenda

June 1, 1944- End of Sixth Year

Professor Dumbledore knocked lightly on the door to the Headmaster's office before he entered. The office was barren; only a few trinkets here and there on the shelves, bookcases lined with books, portraits of previous headmasters lining the back wall, and a large desk in the center of the room, Headmaster Dippet sitting behind it. He was an average man, balding with gray hair, portly with a sour look on his face most of the time. He looked up from what he was doing into the hypnotic blue eyes behind crescent moon glasses.

"Dumbledore, what may I help you with?" He asked simply. Dumbledore strolled across the room at a leisurely pace, taking a seat opposite of Dippet.

"I would like to propose a new curriculum for the seventh years." Dippet, used to Dumbledore and his propositions, leaned back in his chair waiting for him to continue. "I feel since after the students graduate, they will be settling down into their married lives, they should practice and experience what is to come." The headmaster's eyes widened in shock. He knew Albus was a bit... peculiar in his thinking, but this was unexpected even for him.

"How would you suggest this project happen?" The professor grabbed a small stack of papers from somewhere on his person, and slid them across the desk for Dippet to look over.

"Students would be put in a false marriage for the year. They would have their own village where they would live to truly understand the dynamics of the life they will be getting into." Dumbledore leaned across the desk to point at the blueprint of the village he had in mind before continuing, "The male students would take on jobs, while the wives stay at home, cleaning and cooking. They would eat dinner at their cottages, instead of with the rest of the school. Every day, they would be expected to write in a journal, which would be turned in to a teacher every Friday. They would be expected to keep up in their studies, of course." Dippet read over the notes, astonished at how detailed they were: the students already paired off accordingly, a mini marriage ceremony written out, blueprints for the village as well as each cottage, everything.

"What would you tell the parents who are enraged by this, or the pairings?"

"I would simply explain that they are being trained for the life they will live once they graduate. As for who they are partnered with, I will say it was at random." The headmaster knew that last part was a lie- nothing the ginger-haired man ever did was random.

"What about your plans for the second semester? How do you plan on accomplishing that?" Dippet smirked, thinking he had noticed something that would be impossible to do. Albus just smiled and grabbed the last paper in the stack and set it on top.

"I have already spoken to Horace about the potions that would be needed for both parts. As for the other little detail, a spell I have had an intelligent student of mine help me perfect, is ready to be used along with the right potion." Dippet's jaw dropped, slightly upset that his staff had gone behind his back on this. He closed his mouth and leaned back again, mulled everything over in his head before giving a quick nod.

"Alright, I will agree to this madness, but first, I want to know why." Dumbledore knew what he meant. He folded his fingers together and rested his chin on them, while he looked out the window.

"I have reason to believe that this project could very well change the lives of our students, and the lives of their future children." Knowing he would not elaborate, the headmaster only nodded his head before sighing in defeat, rubbing his pudgy fingers against his temple.

"Well then Albus, You have a lot of work to do this summer. I suggest you get started." The professor nodded his head, turning to leave the room.

Once he was out of the office, he reflected on the mysterious letter that had shown up on his desk during Christmas break.

Dear Albus, December 23, 1995

I know that what you are about to read will be difficult to process, but I am hoping my writing hasn't really changed over the past 50 years, to make this letter and its contents easier to accept and believe. The date should give away that what is in this letter is meant to change history, and as such, I strongly recommend the immediate burning of it once you are done reading. However, for you to understand why I am writing to my younger self, I must explain what will happen over your life.

There is a young sixth year student who grows up to be a very powerful dark wizard. In my current time, we are on the brink of war, and I am dying. I have already arranged plans to hopefully defeat said wizard. However, I am concerned that the plan will fail. If I am correct on this student's timeline, he has already created one horcrux, and is probably creating a second as you read this.

I have found out things about his past and why he is the way he is, as well as a potential way to fix the situation. I know you will want details, and I will give some since my hope is the future will change. The student was conceived while the father was under the influence of a love potion. It is because of this the young man is incapable of love, remorse, regret or guilt. There is a mad wizard who managed to come up with a cure for these type of children, but he found out once they are 21, the damage is irreversible. The potion works as an anti love potion on those who were not born of these circumstances, which is why in order for the plans enclosed to work, I can not tell you who the student is. Every seventh year student will have to take the potion. I know this part may be difficult for you to accept, but the young student I am trying to help is too brilliant to be tricked or coerced any other way.

The rest of the enclosed documents are plans for an extra curriculum for the seventh years next year. I have already paired the students based on the lives they will lead, and what I feel will do the most good for their future. I took the liberty of including all necessary spells and potions I could think of, as well as the very specific potion I mentioned earlier. In order for this to work, the potion must be taken during the faux wedding ceremony. That last part will make sense when you read the rest of the papers. As far as the horcruxes go, the pieces of the soul can be returned. There is a piece of parchment that will appear completely blank until the right person touches it, and you will know who that is when the time is right.

I hope you will heed my warning, and do as I am begging. On a more personal note, I have one regret that I wish to rectify. After our sister died, our brother and I grew apart. Now that I am close to death, I wish that I had tried harder for us to have a relationship.

Now that I have said all I have to say, I wish you good luck and pray you don't have to go through what I have had to endure.

Sincerely,

Albums Dumbledore

As the letter said, enclosed were the plans he had just shown the headmaster. He added a few extra things to the plans that his older self hadn't thought of. He burned the original letter and immediately set to work on the potion that his older self had told him was crucial, after all, if he was going to give it to all of the seventh year students, he would need quite a bit.

As he headed back to his classroom, his eyes took on a curious twinkle, excited for what was to come, and hoping his future self was right.