Disclaimer: Obviously don't own anything… unfortunately.

Warnings:

Language (maybe honestly can't remember)

Potter Family, Dumbledore, Ron Weasley Hate/Bashing.

M/M (NO ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP YET.. HARRY IS 11!)

I will add warnings for anything I have forgotten as I need to.

The raven-haired boy stood by his twin sister, and their six best friends waiting for Professor McGonagall to come back, he was more nervous than he let on, what if he wasn't in Slytherin like his father or friends or sister, what if he was placed in Hufflepuff or Merlin forbid Gryffindor. He knew how they were sorted, he knew they could all be separated. He also knew his history, as did his sister and close friends, he knew he wasn't born a Riddle, as the records stated, he even remembered the orphanage before his Father rescued him and his 'twin' sister despite being only 4. he knew he was born Harry James Potter, twin to Henry Evan Potter, shaking his head he banished those thoughts to locked box behind his occlumency walls. They chose to abandon him, just because they thought Henry was the boy who lived, just because he was famous, they didn't care about him, but now he was Hartford Thomas Riddle. His father was the feared Dark Lord Voldemort. Tom Marvolo Riddle. His mother was a proud member of the Most Ancient and Noble house Black, the youngest of four girls, Cassiopeia Dorothy Black. He was now loved. He was proud of this new family, he was trained by the best, him and his sister. He looked to his right and just as he suspected his sister Hermione was standing right by his side, her nose buried in a book, blocking out the rest of the world. He smiled softly, she looked up sensing her brother's gaze, her bright green eyes the same shade as his.

Thanks to the blood adoption potion they had been given at four years of age, neither looked like their old parents, which they were both grateful for. They both had medium brown soft curled hair the perfect combination of their father's wavy dark brown hair and mother's curly ringlet wispy blonde. Harry had his father's face though, strong cheekbones and jawline. Whilst his sister had their mother's more delicate face frame, that was prominent in all the Black sisters. They both had their mother's nose which was the running joke for the twins as their father's snake glamour had no nose. His hair was a mess hanging around just below his ears, never brushing just running his hand through it. Unlike his sister who brushed her hair into different kind of beautiful styles every day. Unfortunately, the blood adoption hadn't changed Harry's eyes from his birth mother's emeralds. So their Father had their potions master Severus Snape make a secondary potion that gave them to his sister as well stating it came from their Father's muggle (not that anyone else knew that part) Grandmother.

She smiled softly at her brother and just like that he felt himself calm down, even before the adoption, back at the orphanage she had this effect on him. They had both been abandoned due to their accidental magic, their muggle families didn't take well to it. Both of the twins remembered it like it was yesterday.

HARRY:

"Petunia! we can't keep the boy!" Vernon grumbled to his wife.

"He set Dudley's toys on fire!" he stated harshly as loud as he dared without worrying the neighbours would hear.

"We can't have him contaminating our Dudders"

"I know, I asked for this as much as you did Vernon, My dirty sister thinking she could just drop him off on our doorstep and what? Think we would want him?" Petunia said looking at the cupboard that she knew held a three-year-old boy that would be sitting on the floor with his ratty blanket in disgust. When they had awoken to find the 15-month-old boy on their doorstep they were horrified, throwing the boy in the cupboard under the stairs. They left him there for a week trying to find a way to contact Petunia's sister to return him. Finally, they had given up. They fed him their scraps and old milk, enough to keep him alive and that was it, they bathed him outside no matter the weather with the garden hose. Recently his accidental magic had started to play up, setting the toys on fire was the last straw.

"Tomorrow, first thing, before anyone else wakes up to see us with him" she promised as she sat down with her son, Dudley, who had started to demand attention.

The next day found them dropping a crying 3 years old off at the run-down orphanage. Harry had been left with nothing but his blanket and name, a few hours later found him sitting next to a little girl of the same age, sniffling while she hugged his arm. It would be a few weeks before they realized they both made things happen, and it would be a year before their father found them.

HERMIONE:

"Jeanie, she is doing it again" Hermione's Father yelled out as his hand connected with his Daughter's face.

"What?" Jean screamed in horror.

"She floated her bottle!" he yelled as his wife walked into the room.

"What will the church think, John?" she asked in a blind panic, ignoring the crying child at her feet. growing annoyed John slapped the toddler again, this time sending her flying into the coffee table silencing the screams.

The next thing Hermione remembered was waking up at the orphanage the next morning. Then a year later the boy showed up, she felt drawn to him, unable to understand she just toddled over and sat down next to the crying new boy. She remembered how scared she was when she was left here only a month earlier, her parents had been afraid of her, she knew that, despite being three she was intelligent, she knew the stuff she did wasn't normal but she liked it, even if they hadn't. She hugged the boy's arm tightly.

"It be k" she whispered repeatedly trying to calm him down. Surprisingly it worked quickly, the old nurse sighed in relief as the crying stopped. Walking over she picked up the two children and walked them to the playroom for the younger occupants of the orphanage, at this stage there were only 6 children under 5, but oddly enough Harry wasn't leaving Hermione's side.

Hermione flourished having a friend that was just as freaky as her, once they knew they both had strange powers they made a pact, to never be separated. She remembered the day their father came for them, they were under a tree making rocks fly and crash into each other giggling madly. The handsome stranger had walked up to them and asked their names, his eyes had widened when he saw Harry's scar, she knew now it was because her brother was the true boy who lived. He had offered them a home both children were ecstatic to get a real home with love. He had wiped the memories of the children from the orphanage matron's mind, and took them home and blooded-adopted them with his faithful follower, their mother Cassiopeia Black, the younger sister of Bellatrix and Narcissa.

The noise of the other first years brought the twins out of their memories, they shared looks of disgust with their best friends, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass and Luna Lovegood when they heard a boy exclaiming that his brother said they had to fight a troll. Rolling his eyes at his sister Harry said loudly to his group

"I don't understand how riffraff with no intellect even get their letters, it's a disgrace to think of the filth they let in" adding a heavy sigh much to the amusement of his companions.

"Brother dearest it isn't their fault they are stupid enough to believe everything at face value, it's all their bad blood" Hermione shot back with a grin that promised pain her green eyes sparkling with the same malice that was reflected in her brothers' eyes.

It had taken a while to come out of her shell but when being raised by The Dark Lord, their Mother Cassi Black and their Fathers elite (Aunt Bella, Aunt Cissa, Uncle Luc, Uncle Rab, Uncle Rod, Uncle Sev and Uncle Barty) it was given that she would lose the know it all bookish ways, she was still intelligent and still loved her books but now she enjoyed baiting and fighting as much as her family.

Their friends shuddered knowing that look was inherited directly from their Father.

"What would you know?" an angry redhead spat, his eyes blazing in fury at the twins.

"Red hair, hand me down robes, dirty skin, you must be a Weasley" Draco sneered from Harry's left, his sharp grey eyes roaming the boy in horrified fascination.

"Malfoy judging by the hair, he looks just like his father" the brunette next to the redhead snorted in disgust. They all knew Henry Potter, the false boy-who-lived from his many press releases.

"Don't you dare look down on my cousin you filthy Half-Blood traitor" Hermione snarled in defence of their favourite relation. A cough from behind them had them all spinning around to see Professor McGonagall back to lead them in. Walking in they automatically fell into their rank, the twins first, Draco behind Harry with Blaise and then Theo. Pansy behind Hermione and next to Draco, and Daphne behind her and next to Blaise, next to Theo was the last of their group Luna Lovegood. Luna had been a relatively new addition but once Harry and Hermione had met her, after joining their father in attacking her father Xeno for what he published, the twins fell in love with the spacey blonde. Xeno had agreed to publish for the dark if only so his darling daughter could keep playing with the Dark Lord's children, the only children she had met that seemed to genuinely like her. He had tried to get her to play with Ronald Weasley and Henry Potter but they had been horrible to her. Harry was quite content to listen to her talk about the creatures and learn about them, whereas Hermione would start debates on the probability of them existing and if they did the easiest way to find them.

Coming to a stop they could all clearly see the old ratty hat, Professor McGonagall explained they would wear it and get sorted after the hat sang for the entire hall to hear.

(Everyone knows it not writing it out)

"Abbott Hannah" was quickly sorted into "Hufflepuff" much to the girls' amusement.

"Bones Susan" also joined Hufflepuff, it was at that point Harry stopped paying attention and looked to the teachers. He grinned when he saw Uncle Sev sitting there with his trademark glare, he was one of the first to know the truth of Harry and Hermione's birth. His father said learning that the blood traitor Potter and Mudblood Evans gave up their son because the other was famous was the reason for the 'Spies' true allegiance to change. He had no idea that the Dark Lord knew of his treachery but because he changed The Dark Lord didn't deem it prudent to inform the Potions Master he had known. He was pulled out of his thoughts and observations by Professor McGonagall calling the first of his friends.

"Greengrass Daphne" the tall elegant blonde stepped forward and sat down. The hat didn't take long before screaming

"Slytherin" Harry and his friends all clapped loudly for their friend.

"Lovegood Luna" Harry and Hermione shared a looked as the dazed blonde skipped up to the stool, they had both placed bets on where she would go Harry grinned in triumph as the hat screamed

"Slytherin" Hermione grumbled handing her brother 5 gallons watching Luna skip over to Daphne.

"Malfoy Draconis" Draco strutted up arrogantly Harry rolled his eyes at his best friend and cousin. There was no denying the boy was a pure

"Slytherin"

"Nott Theodore" quickly joined the others along with "Pansy Parkinson"

Then "Potter Henry" Harry scowled at his former twin brother with absolute loathing, Henry grinned cockily at the head table, Harry followed his eyes and in shock noticed James and Lily Potter sat there smiling proudly.

"Gryffindor" the hat yelled after what seemed ages, Harry rolled his eyes in distaste.

And then the moment the twins had been waiting for Professor McGonagall had stopped and looked at the parchment in shock and horror, her eyes wide and her face pale. Her voice was shaky as she called out

"Riddle Hartford" Harry grinned and stalked forward, he noticed Dumbledore was watching him, his blue eyes widened with shock, the people that knew of his father's birth name were watching in horror as a miniature green-eyed Tom Riddle made his way to the hat. Professor McGonagall's hands were shaking as she placed the hat on his head.

"Hello Little Riddle" the hat greeted him. Harry immediately started to worry about his birth parents, he didn't want to let his father down by being in Gryffindor.

"No need to worry Little Riddle, you are your father's son, the Potter's genes have had no lasting effect on you, Gryffindor is no place for a cunning boy like you, yes young one you truly are Tom Riddle's son" the hat soothed in his ear before screaming the loudest yet "Slytherin" grinning magically Harry walked over to the green table and sat down next to Draco who was clapping loudly.

The professors of Hogwarts were looking at him with eyes full of hatred (James) Curiosity (Flitwick and Sprout) Worry and fear (Dumbledore, McGonagall and Lily)

McGonagall cleared her throat before shakily calling out

"Riddle Hermione" Harry watched in apprehension as his sister sat down, he knew they could be separated easily, although father wouldn't be too disappointed they had both spoke of her going to Ravenclaw, his father had made it clear it wouldn't matter what house they got into he couldn't care, but both twins wanted to go to his Alma Mater.

"Slytherin" was called out clearly much to his and the other girls' relief. He knew how excited the girls had been about sharing a dorm.

"Zabini Blaise" finally joined them after Weasley joined the Gryffindors.

Sneering in disgust he listened to the Headmaster explain that Lily Potter was the new Muggle Studies "Professor Evans" and James Potter was the new Dueling and Flying Instructor Professor Potter. Ignoring the rest of the Headmaster's welcome speech Harry let his eyes scan the great hall, sneering at anyone who dared to meet his eyes. Then as the food appeared he felt his magic tingling, looked around faster, he felt his magic running over his skin he looked at his sister in a panic.

#Hermione# he hissed in parseltongue as quietly as he could.

#What?# she hissed back looking at her brother in worry.

#How did you feel when you met Theo for the first time?# he asked his voice higher than he would admit to it being. Hermione's eyes widened in glee.

#Like my magic was rejoicing like there were bolts of lightning running over my arms and like everything was right. Why do you feel it?# she asked. Harry nodded quickly.

#Your soulmate is here# she grinned looking like Yule had come early. Harry groaned inwardly, he knew he was in for it he knew it would come back to haunt him for tormenting Hermione and Theo when they were told what it meant, they had met at age 6 but weren't told until this year what it meant and Harry along with Draco had made their life hell until their father's found out. Harry hadn't seen his father that mad at him before it had been terrifying.

"What are two hissing about?" Theo asked curiously. The others all perked up to listen in.

"Nothing!" Harry snarled his eyes flaming, just daring them to press on.

"Mione?" Theo asked sweetly his pale blue eyes imploring her.

"His magic is singing" she announced gleefully cackling much like their Aunt Bella when Harry proceeded to bang his head painfully and loudly repeatedly causing many people to turn and stare in shock.

"Why is he doing that?" a burly 5th year Adrian Pucey asked his head tilted to the side. Hermione opened her mouth before finding a hand slammed harshly against her face.

"Don't you even dare" Harry hissed angrily, green eyes bleed red for a split second as he almost slipped into parseltongue.

"Or what?" she taunted smugly after she dug her fingernails into his hand drawing blood to release the hold.

"Watch who you're talking to" Harry snarled, everyone in proximity felt his magic turning cold. Their friends rolled their eyes used to the common power play, usually, Hermione was rather docile compared to her brother but when he challenged her she could easily keep pace.

"I am well aware of whom to speak too, don't think you have more authority than me just because you have an extra appendage" Hermione snarled back, her magic raising to match him, her own eyes leaking into pink as the red showed.

"Twins" a dreamy voice disturbed their silent glaring contest, everyone looked at the dreamy blonde who dared interrupt the two obviously powerful and angry twins.

"The old goat is watching the Wrackspurts that are feeding on you," Luna said smiling sweetly, the effect was instantaneous. Both calming down, the magic settling softly, their eyes going back to a piercing green. All the eyes from their friends subtly looked at the headmaster who was watching them intently.

"You know father will want to know," Hermione said calmly as she plated up some food.

"Father doesn't need to know everything" Harry refuted.

"Hartford Thomas Riddle don't you dare think of not telling him" Hermione snapped as she moved into her, I am right and you're wrong persona.

"I will tell him" Harry rolled his eyes.

"Just I want to find out who and what house first" Harry explained as he took a bite of chicken.

"What if they are a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor" Hermione smirked.

"What are you talking about?" Graham Montague asked from his seat next to Adrian who looked just as confused.

"Nothing," Harry said brightly, his smile looking out of place on the face that just moments ago was like a storm.

"Father will want to hear it from you" Hermione commented.

"2 weeks" Harry compromised, his sister nodded her assent much to his relief. Before they knew it the prefects were calling out for the first years, as they stood up they heard the most unwanted voice.

"Mr and Miss Riddle, if you would be so kind to accompany me to the office, your head of house will take you to your dorms after" Dumbledore stood there smiling with that incessant twinkle in his eyes that their father always complained about. Sharing a glance with their friends the twins nodded before following him to his office past the gargoyle.

"Lemon drop?" he asked his voice full of false sweetness. To his left stood Mr and Mrs Potter and all four heads of houses.

"Headmaster, what is this about?" Hermione asked sweetly while Harry sneered at the muggle sweet and purposefully avoided eye contact with his previous parents.

"I am curious as to your parents, I don't recall your birth announcement, I was shocked to hear your names," he said with fake nonchalance.

Bringing his Occlumency walls Harry raised his head to look at him.

"Our parents? That's why we are here?" Harry snorted.

"What about our parents? Why are you interested?" Hermione asked ignoring her brothers' antics, her innocent curiosity seemed genuine to everyone except her brother and uncle Sev.

"Just an old man's curiosity for his old students" the headmaster lied smoothly.

"And you needed such a large audience" Harry snickered, not buying the act for one second.

"Don't show such disrespect to the headmaster" Potter snarled, finally speaking up.

"You're not my Father so back off" Harry snarled angrily. His face curled up in disgust and anger, there was no denying whose son he was in that moment.

"Hartford stop that Mother would be horrified by your actions" Hermione scolded and was replied with an eye roll from her brother but he sat back in his chair with arms folded.

"Our mother was a Slytherin here, Cassiopeia Black" Hermione explained as she gave an apologetic look to the adults.

"Ah yes I remember, a few years younger than you yes James?" Dumbledore asked, receiving a stiff nod.

"We never knew our father, he died while we were young, our mother doesn't talk about him, we were very sickly, mother got dragon pox whilst pregnant and they didn't think we would live until we were about 3 years old so they kept us hidden not wanting false sympathy. Then Father died before we got better" Hermione lied, her performance was seamless. Dumbledore seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"We don't know anything about him," Harry scowled.

"It's too painful for her to talk about him" he sneered as if his mother's pain was beneath him.

"We were raised by Mother, Aunt Cissa and Uncle Luc" Hermione smiled.

"Raised to be mini Death Eaters" Potter snapped.

"Unlike your son who is no doubt as arrogant, stupid and close-minded as his Father" Snape snapped back heatedly unable to take the slander to his students let alone ones he thought of as his Niece and Nephew.

"Stop it" Lily intervened.

"I am finding this dull may we leave?" Harry asked as he stood up and stretched, rolling his eyes at Lily's gasp at his rudeness.

"Of course my boy, but remember you can come to me whenever you need it," Dumbledore said with a friendly smile, Harry clenched his hands tight wanting to wipe that smile off his old wrinkly face. Without another word, Harry stormed out of the office to wait for Hermione and Uncle Sev.