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In another world, Harry James potter had been a victim of attempted murder. He had been given the mark of the Avada. His parents had died. And he was raised under a cupboard in a house on Number 4, Privet Drive. Raised by a family that did not want, nor love him.
But in this world. James potter had his want on hand, a sinking in his gut making him paranoid. He dueled the dark Lord, winning against all odds and saving his family's lives and futures.
But, not all could be helped or stopped. Harry still, somehow was given the lightning mark, though because he wasn't aiming for harry, it didn't exactly land in the corner of his forehead, though he still survived. His mother was spared, by the fact that his spell had missed her and hit harry. Her attempt at sacrificing herself had saved her son.
Sirius Black had found out what his dear friend Peter had nearly done. He went to confront him. And he was still charged guilty of murders he did not commit. Peter went on to live as a pet rat for a family of red heads, not once turning human, out of fear of being caught.
What no one had known though, what no one had realized. The Potters weren't the only ones worried for their child.
Sirius had a daughter. Not that the others were aware. He kept it hidden, fearful of what the Dark Lord might do if he found out. The girl was loved and cared for by Sirius for the first two months of her life. Solely by sirius. Her mother had not survived childbirth.
And then one day, he hadn't come home. She was taken, by a goblin to her mother's husband. A man Sirius had not even known existed. The man was furious the girl was brought to him, a deep loathing in his heart for anything that held connection to the man that stole his wife.
But he kept the girl. For reasons no one knew.
It would have been best if he hadn't.
Because he was not one who cared for her safety. Which meant he did not check when he heard her crying. He allowed him self to drown in his drink, blocking out the girls wails.
"Baby always cry for nothing." He slurred, downing another bottle.
Sloane never cried without reason.
Her reason this time, being that fact that a woman she did not know had entered her room. Placing objects around her, objects that hurt her head.
"Calm down brat!" The woman hissed. "This will bring the dark lord back. In a few years, when your magic is sufficient, he will come back. Mark my words." The woman placed each Horcrux she had found around the girl, and forced the bits of life in them into the girl. Then, Walburga Black offered her own life as a sacrifice.
The woman's body disappeared.
Tom Riddle's soul was spared.
Though. . . not his memories.
All he knew right now.
Was that he was stuck in the mind of a crying baby.