I just got this inspiration yesterday! And yes, I want to say thank you for the great authors who write Dark!Harry fics! Thak you very much!
Enjoy! R&R please!
L.L.
Disclaimer : You know that I'm not J.K. Rowling so it's true that I do not own HP
"We don't know what kind of people we truly are until the moment before our deaths. As death comes to embrace you, you will realise what you are. That's what death is..."
Prologue
Harry never felt so helpless before. Yes, the war was over. And it was true that his side, Light was win. But today, the heroism of The-Boy-Who-Lived was vanished and replaced by regret and fury. How could he had been so stupid? He should realized long time ago that people live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That was how they define "reality". But, what did it mean to be "correct" or "true"? Merely vague concepts...their "reality" may all be mirage. Can he consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?
He really was so innocence and so...naive. He cursed himself for being Dumbledore's puppet these years.
He heard some movements from the woman who laid in the bed in front of him. The room was dark. Only lit by some candles. The wall was decorated by such an artistic painting. Green and Silver mixed together with Red and Gold. Such an irony that the Slytherin and Gryffindor colours could make the room more comfortable...or impressive.
"I see you enjoy my home, Harry", the woman greeted him.
"The decoration is...impressive..", replied him wryly.
"Ah, yes. Gryffindor and Slytherin. Such rivalry which shouldn't be exist for a long time", she sounded amused.
Harry nodded.
"By the way, I want to discuss the main problem which also your presence is required", for the first time Harry heard tiredness and also bitterness from the woman voice.
They would discuss something very important or so...Kingsley as Minister of Magic told him. Shacklebolt said that a woman wanted to say something to The-Boy-Who-Lived. Although the woman in front of him was young enough, just in her thirties, the death would embrace her sooner. Because he himself never had a mother nor grandmother (Mrs. Weasley was like his mother and Professor McGonagall was very like his grandmother, yes but that was another story), his instinc recognized this for an honour although it was just seven days after The Battle of Hogwarts ended and he was still tired.
"I would like you to read this for me...", she handed him a small parchment, which he started to read. His eyes immediately widened at the first sentence, which her name was written clearly.
I, Anya Ariana Alexandra Riddle...
Riddle...could it be...
Harry forced himself to read aloud, the woman...Anya wanted him to read this for her, not wondering all possibilities that this woman were connected with Voldemort.
"I, Anya Ariana Alexandra Riddle, willingly declared Harry James Potter as my heir. Hereby, he would accept all of the properties which are belonged by me and my husband in case that we both are dead without heir. .."
"Of course...it's an understatement", she interrupted.
"The list of properties and vaults are listed below...", Harry took a deep breath before continued it.
From my husband,
Manor:
Riddle Manor
Slytherin Manor
Mortimer Manor
Vault :
Slytherin Family vault (vault number 101, 106, 201, 404, 808)
Mortimer Family vault (vault number 203, 507, 868, 909)
"Vault number 106, 404, and 868 have a large collection books. However, some of those are written in Parseltounge", she explained.
"But, I am no longer Parselmouth...", he protested.
"Yes you are. Continue Harry, I'll explain all if you finish read it for me", she waved her fand lazily. It was clear to Harry that Anya wasn't suffer from dangerous disease that will take her life sooner.
He continued to read but his eyes widened in surprise again this time.
From myself,
Manor :
Gryffindor Manor
Potter East Estate
Potter? How...?
He looked back to Anya who was smiling at him. He decided to continue.
Vault :
Gryffindor Family vault (vault number 99, 8, 707, 111, 212)
Potter Family vault (vault number 809, 243, 312, 207)
He finished. Definitely confused. He wasn't the last Potter lived? He had relative!
"I was once known as Anya Potter...", she started.
"But why you couldn't take me? You're my relative after all, like the Dursleys", he blurted.
"I was disowned by my family...", she snapped back.
It silenced Harry for a moment.
"I was disowned by the Potter, just a second after they knew I was sorted into Slytherin instead Gryffindor like my twin brother...
"I was not their favourite, I wasn't charming people. And I was imperfect for them, unlike my dear brother James...", she spat bitterly.
Harry's mind processed her sentences. Disowned by family because she was different, just like Sirius..! Not their favourite, imperfect, unlike her brother...James.
"James?"
"Your father...that's true. I'm your aunt"
Harry couldn't imagine his grandparents would do such things. He ever heard from Sirius before that his grandparents were kind and lovable enough to accept Sirius as their second son.
"But that's not explaining why I can speake Parseltongue? Dumbledore said-"
"Your mother has Slytherin blood in her veins. Both your grandparents from your mother was squibs from Salazar's line', she again waved her hand.
Harry couldn't believe further, he was heir from Slytherin and Gryffindor lines, for Merlin's sake!
"But, you couldn't claim your heritage from both line cause you're just their second heir", she smirked.
"What do you mean? I thought that Potter was the ones who carry the Gryffindor Blood..."
"Yes, but Gryffindor picked his heir in his unique ways. He himself was the one who picked his heir, by use the blood-magic, to open his vaults. Therefore, just the kid who he recognized had the true power of him, courage, loyalty, all qualities which needed to became a perfect Gryffindor...in other way, I am his Heir..."
Harry gulped.
"Imagine their reaction when they knew this. They tried to kill me I couldn't count again how many times...just because they want to opened the vaults...and then I met with Riddle, we knew each other, and we married right after I graduated..."
"Tom Riddle...?", asked Harry uncertainly.
"Which one? There were two Tom Riddle after all..", she sounded amused.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle...?", he asked again.
She nodded.
"The one and only", she said firmly.
After that, Anya's face became pale. She looked like she was in great pain.
"Just wait a second...Tom...please...", she muttered.
Tom? Wait! Voldemort was gone! He had no other horcruxes, right?
"Harry, please do me a favour...please!", she pleaded, while tears came down from her golden eyes.
Harry kneeled down and she said.
"Please save Tom. I...don't want to see him suffered again.", she whispered.
"How...?"
"You...w-will come back in my t-time...and p-persuade him so he won't be in-insaner again..."
"But-",
"Remember, I'll meet T-tom in my Fifth year as he becomes a Professor in Hogwarts...", she smiled, ignored both harry and the pain that cause her to squeeze Harry's hand tightly.
"Voldemort never became a professor in Hogwarts...", Harry remembered that Dumbledore refused the young Riddle the night Voldemort managed to hide Ravenclaw's diadem in Room of Requirement.
"Yes, he did. I believe that you have power more than me...please don't die, son..."
Her last tear fell into Harry's hand. He felt empty...more than before. He'd just lost his very last relative beside the Dursley. H e stood up and closed Anya's eyes. she looked happy in her death, just seconds later he fought a golden blinding light that suddenly coming with pain, he screamed before falling into darkness.
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Thanks for reading,
L.L.