Harry Potter and the Heir of Voldemort
Chapter 1: Shocking News
Summary: AU. A new year at Hogwarts stars. Secrets are bound to be told and friendships will be tested. The heir of Voldemort is alive and is closer to Harry than anyone else. Who is the true heir of the darkest wizard in a century? Read at your own risk to find out.
Parings:
-Harry and Hermione
-Draco and Ginny
-Ron and Luna
-Remus and Tonks
Author Notes:
Here comes my next story, I know I have one started and not completed but I need to have my head on two or three things at the same time to be able to get my muse.
I hope you like the idea.
Disclaimers:
I own nothing of the fabulous world of Harry Potter. I do own the plot, the Last of the Pure and the poem at the beginning.
Thanks to secrets left hidden
Trials are to come
Of love, friendship and trust
In which only with unity they can outcome at the top
Defeating the most dreaded and feared things…
But until then peace will rein
Cause soon dark secrets,
Are going to become
The source of doubt, hate and sorrow
In pure and gentle souls
And we can only wait, patiently at it,
Cause only time will tell
If they will prevail…
Or die in the attempt
Night had fallen on London. The stars were light in the darkness, shimmering with hope. Thunder clashes could be seen in the distance and raindrops were falling to the ground, hitting it with soft thumps that disturbed the peaceful silence. Whispers of secrets painted the air; one of them, especially, would affect the curse of things in the whole world in the near future.
In the headmaster office of Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, two adults looked at each other. One calmly eyed the other, waiting patiently for the words he said to be digested by the woman before him. His long whiter bear and light blue eyes, that seemed too shine like the stars in the sky, were his most striking traits.
McGonagall, teacher of transfiguration and head of the Gryffindor house, stood dumbfounded before him. Dumbledore watched with a tarnished stare as the eyes of the teacher illustrated turmoil of different emotions.
He moved his gaze to the phoenix at his side, which at the moment was sleeping, and then looked at the fabulous room that was his office.
There was not a single proof of the outburst that a certain emerald eyed boy had done to his office some weeks before. The portraits were repaired, furniture and couches were changed, and some relics had been replaced. Still, Albus Dumbledore knew that the boy had all the reasons to hate him.
He asked himself what said boy or better said young man would do when his other secret was revealed, the one concerning one of said young man's best friends directly.
He knew he was supposed to tell him, even more to tell her but, it was too much to bear by such young persons, and their shoulders were not ready to carry such a strong weight. True be told… their shoulders would never be ready.
Even so, he knew that the time was soon approaching to speak up with the truth; and more now that the signs of her powers would star to show themselves. It was after all about time.
The problem was that it was a dark and painful secret; one worst than Trelawney's prophecy itself. One that would affect that boy in a very direct way, touching what he cared for the most: his friend. Her.
"Oh my… Albus… that's not plausible," the woman was finally able to say something, getting out of her astonishment.
"But it is Minerva… truer than anything, as cruel as it may seem."
"But its impossible… she… don't deserve this faith… neither does him, he has suffered enough… she will be the daughter of his worst enemy… it will ruin the friendship they have."
Dumbledore let out a heavy sigh, as he fixed his gaze in the woman over his half-moon spectacles.
"I know… we can only wish that they can surpass it…"
Minerva's gaze fell to her hands. She could still not believe what the headmaster had told her. It was crazy but somehow true. She was not to doubt Albus's words-he wouldn't play with something so sensible.
To someone who was hearing the conversation it would have been confusing. But there were things that fit perfectly in it. You just had to put the pieces together and fix the puzzle. A little headache was a price worth it for the revelation behind the words of the old man.
Who was the boy? Harry Potter, the only survivor of the Aveda curse. Whose life has been tinted with dead and sorrow since he was one year old. Even so, he had been given a great bless as well: true friendship. He had discovered it in many persons that cared for him for just being plain old Harry, and he was glad for that.
The enemy? That was the easiest one; there was only one great adversary of Harry Potter and the wizarding world, he was he-who-must-not-be-named, Lord Voldemort. But I will call him by his name: Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Now I am going to play with your minds. Who is the girl? Well, she is the daughter of Voldemort and one of the closest friends of Harry Potter. Who is she? I know the two clues I gave you make no sense at all, but the answer is already in your head. You are just thinking like McGonagall, is not possible. Is crazy! But it is…
The girl is Hermione Granger, rightful heir of Lord Voldemort and the last of Salazar Slytherin's blood.
"How…? Who is she really Albus?"
"That Minerva is the question… but its explanation is quite the confusing and long one," he sat once more, and with a swing of his wand the wizard conjured a more comfy armchair for the transfiguration teacher before him.
"Are you ready to hear it?" he asked. "Too know the true and be one more keeping it hidden from her?"
McGonagall sat down on the armchair and nodded. She couldn't trust her voice anymore, so she did what she could… she listened with raw attention the headmaster words.
"Hermione, as well as everyone, believes she is the daughter of John and Jane Granger. But that's not true, they are not her parents; they are her uncles."
Surprise registered on the transfiguration teacher's face, a pang of confusion that appeared to be running thru her veins and into every little part of her whole body.
"The story begins a long time ago; before Hermione and her mother were born. As you well know there are two families with the last name Granger. One is a muglee family, while the other was a magical and ancient family also known as The Last of the Pure."
"Yes," the woman said. "I'm aware of that."
"John Granger, who Hermione believe is her father, is half brother of Mione, Hermione's mother. Their father, Richard Granger, had a romantic relationship with Aly Granger, and from this marriage came Mione."
"The love between Richard and Aly was strong but they were forced to separate because of the tribulations that came with him being a muglee and she being royalty on her family. Years after the separation, Richard fell in love again, and this time with a normal human. From this union was born John, Mione's half-brother," Dumbledore kept on explaining and with each word he seemed to age a little more.
"Thanks to different conditions John was revealed the secrets of his father past life and this ended on him meeting his sister, who he loved immediately."
"But Albus…" the woman interrupted, "this still doesn't explain the part of Hermione being the daughter of…" she didn't continue the sentence, McGonagall simply couldn't say it.
"I know. That will be explained now," Dumbledore answered in resignation.
"Time flew by and Mione grew up, becoming a young beautiful and intelligent woman. One day she befriended someone: Tom Marvolo Riddle. She felt in love with him… and he did with her, truly… but darkness was consuming him inside out little by little… she didn't know that a first. Their relationship became stable but not overly formal."
"Tom, not Voldemort, believed that Mione could save him. He thought she could still bring him back to life, but it was too late. Darkness soon consumed him completely. Voldemort was born, Tom was gone forever."
A sad smile was formed in the headmaster's lips as he contemplated on his former student. But he continued with the story, not letting the sorrow or the old memories fill his heart.
"Mione found herself in love with a Dark Lord in the making… and she was pregnant. She carried in her body the living proof that at least once in his life Tom loved her. On the other hand Voldemort believed he had to get rid of the last things that still held him to the light side: Mione. He had no idea of the child she was carrying on her belly, the child he was a father too."
"Voldemort waited a year and some moths. He wanted to become powerful and then he would give his fist impact on the wizarding world: the dead and total elimination of the Last of the Pure, the magical Granger-an ancient but kind family with full respect for the entire magical world and its creatures."
"During that time Hermione was born. Mione knew what was to come and she decided that she had to safe the life of her daughter no matter what. Mione had a talk with is brother one night, who was married to Jane already. She explained everything and gave her child to them. The girl was named after herself and John's wife: Hermione Jane Granger. Her brother took Hermione in without hesitating. Jane herself was surprised but didn't protest and took the girl in whit open arms."
"Mione left that night and never saw her daughter again. She and The Last of the Pure were completely eliminated some days after, but a sacrifice of love, like the one that protects Harry, protects Hermione and the Granger's house to this day."
"Voldemort thought he had eliminated one of the most ancient magical families from its roots, a family that came from the times of Merlin and King Arthur themselves. He had no idea that a heir was alive, his own daughter to be precise: Hermione."
"That's how Hermione ends being the heir of Voldemort, the darkest wizard of our and their era. The blood of said Dark Lord, the blood of the Last of the Pure and the blood of Salazar Slytherin runs in her veins. This states clearly she is not a mere muglee born. But, Hermione knows nothing of this… "
McGonagall was left speechless, no words were coming out. Her mind was still trying to understand everything, to assimilate all she was told, but it was confusing and unbelievable at the same time.
"Albus… I… what should we do?"
"The only thing we can do is wait and not judger her… is not her fault… after all her life is soon going to change dramatically. We can only pray for them to be strong."
McGonagall nodded and left the room in silence. A new weight has posed itself on her shoulder.
The weight of secrets, of hidden truths.
Tears left her eyes, tears for her and for him, for those two teens with a dark rode ahead of them. Tears for all of them; after all they were all in a living hell. She could only witch them the best and be ready to believe in them when the time came.
For now she just witched to forget it all and be able to imagine them as the innocent children they were once, but she knew very well that innocence has left their bodies long ago.
Sleep didn't come by itself to her that night; she had to use to use a dreamless sleep potion to stop her mind. Thinking was a torture right now.
For his part Dumbledore didn't sleep that night. He just stood before his window looking with a lost gaze towards the outskirts of his school, a lonely tear falling from his eyes and his heart pounding hard.
So many errors coming back…
Secretes bound to be revealed…
Darkness ready to consume…
Truth was going to be a double blade on this war…
It was going to hurt them all.
Author's Note:
There goes first chapter… So I want this story to be darker… and cruel… for now I don't know were is really going. I know this fist chapter was pretty boring, probably, but is just to set the plot on is curse.
I really know the time line does not go well with the original Harry Potter universe but just give that a blind eye, I could do nothing else.
So, yeah… Mione is her mother's name. So original, right? *Being Sarcastic*
I wish my grammar was better; I tried really hard looking for the mistakes. Anyone wants to be my beta??
For those that are reading A Mystery Year, I Am writing it, I am just deciding about something's that will affect the plot… and my muse went somewhere I can't seem to find. If anyone see it, please call me!
On the other hand Review!!!
I not begging you, but reviews are really appreciated, constructive criticism as well, those are good, and it helps you become a better author. Flames will be given no mind, like if they are not even there.
This is for now, until next time.
Have a good day, luck on life and God bless you!
Sincerely,
Nyrihaz