Hey all, my first fanfic ever. I write as a hobby and have random scriblings on pages spread throughout my house as witnesses to my passion for writing. I do not own anything in the HP universe except this plot. Please read and review

Orphaned No More

Prologue

1998

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Echoed two voices in the courtyard of a castle in Scotland.

What used to be a castle anyways.

Both the wizards had found a home in that now ruined castle.

And now they stood, wands raised, infront of eachother in battle.

Green surges of energy flowing extravagantly from the Elder Wand splashing and fighting against ,barely keeping up with, rivalling surges of red flowing from a phoenix cored wand.

Hogwarts was not pleased. She had chosen to shelter both of these orphans. They were her children.

She chose now ,out of a milliniea, to materialize into existance amidst the battle. Regretting that none of the past actions of any of her "children" convinced her to do so before. She resolved to make amends.

Harry and Tom could have sworn they could see a shining form appear right where their spells were converging.

An almost motherly feeling radiating from its very being.

The seemingly blinding creature of light spread out its hands both sides and grabbed hold of both the spells as if she were Zeus, brandishing his Thunderbolt.

Soon as she did, sparks of white energy travelled at an alarming speed towards both the casters.

Neither of the orphaned wizards could blink an eye before the surges of energy hit them, wiping them out of existance.

Hogwarts sighed as both the rivalling bolts of spell energy vanished along with their casters. She would make sure things turned out to be different this time around.

She vanished and at the same time somewhere in the battlefield, the Sorting hat reanimated.

Being the vessel of Hogwarts herself had its implications afterall.

31st December 1926

A shaky hand knocked the grand door of Riddle manor in the early hours of the day.

Merope had little life left in her as she struggled against her dying breath to rap on the great wooden door with all the strength she could muster in her knuckles.

Much unaware was she to the fade in appearance of a womanlike ethereal figure right behind her back.

A figure clad in white robes and a black pointed hat that looked like it had a face of its own.

Exhaustion took over Merope as she coughed and fell unconscious to the wooden floor outside the Riddles' door.

The white robed being kneeled with all grace besides the dying seemingly pregnant woman.

"You will live yet, daughter of Salazaar" said the being as she passed a hand over the woman's womb and one became two.

Merope coughed back to life and before she could open her eyes again, the being had disappeared.

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How was it? Please R&R. I will carry on posting if I get a response or...I would lose all traces of any motivation I have to ever post again :'(