HV: Transmigrating Seventy Years

During the great battle, just as Harry and Voldemort were about to kill each other, Harry suddenly transmigrated and returned to the past, seventy years earlier. There, he met Tom Riddle as a child. Tom was still very young, just a boy who used magic to bully others. After gradually figuring out what had happened, Harry went to the orphanage where Tom lived. He got the name wrong and called him Voldemort. But after meeting Voldemort as a child, Harry changed his mind. He thought about his own childhood. Voldemort had it even worse than he did. His father didn't love him and didn't even know he existed. His mother hadn't wanted to live long enough to care for him, either. Harry believed that Voldemort's miserable childhood was why he later became so cruel. So he decided to adopt Tom and help him become a better person. Tom had never imagined anyone would be willing to adopt him. He thought everyone saw him as a madman, a strange child, a pitiful boy with no parents. Now his life was much better than before. He followed the person who had adopted him, someone who looked only a few years older than he was, and went to live with him in a big city. This person gave him a warm room and delicious food, and he didn't have to trick anyone. It was all so wonderful that he thought it had to be a beautiful dream. Their life together was a new beginning. No one knew what the future would bring. P.S. This is my second fanfic... It should be a fairly sweet, or perhaps laid-back, story. Feel free to follow my author page

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