Here is Chapter Two I really hope you like it. You'll meet a familiar faces in this chapter and you might find a few more surprises. I decided to continue my dedications so this chapter goes to Tonibeeour resident Severus Snape.

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Chapter Two: Revelations

Luna Lovegood once again sat at the Thomas' table eating cereal with Dean, as the Second Wizarding War had finished it was time for Dean to get a job as his Hogwarts days were over. He had been offered a position at the Auror Office along with Harry, Ron, Hermione and every other student that fought in the Battle of Hogwarts, but Dean didn't want to continue fighting. He thought he might do something with his drawing capability and planned to ask Mr Lovegood if he wanted a new illustrator. There was a long silence

"You could come back to Hogwarts you know?" Luna said airily "A few students are, Hermione for one, but there are others. We would share classes and also be able to eat breakfast together everyday... It's kind of like a tradition now isn't it?"

Dean thought about this, could he return there, to Hogwarts? The place Voldemort, his Father, attacked? Even worse the place he died? Would Dean still be a true Gryffindor now he knew his blood was tainted with the blood of a murderer? But then it was Hogwarts, and Luna would be there. They could cope together.

"Luna... You know how I asked about Voldemort's grave the other day?" She nodded, "well about a month ago I discovered something; I know who my father is. I guess I've known for a long time, I always felt sorry for him and wondered what he was like. Luna, I will understand if you are revolted or if you never want to speak to me again," why was he saying this? "But my dad- well my dad is Tom Riddle"

Again there was silence then Luna said "I know"

"What? How?"

"I said I know, you look like him when he was younger I've seen photos and in a way you act like him" Dean spluttered "not the death to Muggles side, but the charming side and the talented side, he drew you know?"

Dean did know, his mother had pictures and paintings he created depicting a bar, green apples or his mother. They used to be up all over the house, some were still up, but mostly in his room. They inspired Dean "I thought you'd hate me or you'd run away"

"We don't choose our parents Dean, he named you didn't he?" Luna asked

"Yes he did, straight away"

"Dean, the leader. He might not have been the best father, but he knew you even before you opened your eyes" she stood up and kissed Dean's cheek, before putting their bowls into the dishwasher and leaving through the nearest window, odd girl that Luna.

Dean walked upstairs and into his bedroom. On his desk there was a quill and some parchment. After writing a short letter sealing it and writing

Professor M. McGonagall on the outside Dean walked up to the attic where his ever faithful owl, Saviour, waited. He watched as Saviour flew away to Hogwarts. There was no turning back now.

Tom leaned against the dark wood paneling of the Bar while the late night drunks filed out. He wore the suit he had worn on their first date, he shuddered imagining the world's, let alone Dumbledore's, reaction if they found out Voldemort could love, and the green tie Milly bought him a year after they started eating. Milly walked over in a silver dress; green and silver the colours of his noble ancestor. He took her hand smiling and led her to tie back room of the bar where a meal was laid out.

"Milly there is something I need to tell you" he said. Milly's eyes blazed as she looked at him, filled with warmth and love "I'm not really good at this, you see I was raised in an orphanage and I never knew my mother, my father never knew I existed till his death... bed, so I've never felt this before, but Milly I love you, you're everything to me" Tom said smiling that charming smile. A slender hand went over the mouth of his love "So Milly, Dear Milly, will you marry me?"

Tom knew he would do anything for the woman in front of him; he would even stop being a wizard if he had to, he would stop being Voldemort. He slid a silver and emerald ring out of his pocket as Milly nodded

"Tom there was something I wanted to tell you tonight too, it's a good thing you proposed - we will be more respected because Tom I'm pregnant"

Tom stared at her. He would be a father? Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort the most feared wizard in the world, a father? He hugged Milly; he would be Lord Voldemort no more. There was no turning back now.

Dean entered through the gates of Hogwarts; last time he was here people were dying, killing or getting hurt. Hagrid had met him at the Hogs Head and walked him to the gates. It was so quiet, no students talking or completing homework and no Death Eaters screaming curses. Professor McGonagall waited at the door for him. She looked as though she had aged 50 years. Her face was lined and her hair was greyer than it had been when he had been a 6th year

"Mr. Thomas. Welcome. I understand that you have come to see if you are able to return on September 1st?" she said while leading him to the Great Hall. Dean closed his eyes as he entered the hall, it looked as it had when he first entered it 6 years ago with the four long house tables running the length of the room and the teachers' table at the head under the large Hogwarts Crest "Well Mr Thomas, are we still to your liking?"

Dean looked up and saw that she was trying to hide a smile, he laughed "Of course Professor. Is it still possible for me to attend the school next year?"

"Yes Mr Thomas Hogwarts welcomes you with open arms. Now about the second half of your letter, you said that you wished at talk to the portrait of Dumbledore alone, is that correct?" once again she looked stern and brisk

"Yes Professor it is" Dean said nervously

"Very well, follow me" she walked out of the hall and he practically had to run to catch up to her though he was far taller than she, Hagrid would have had trouble. They made their way up the marble staircase, which was now whole and unbroken, and towards the 7th floor corridor. Dean had heard that the headmistress' office was concealed by a gargoyle, but this was on longer true. Instead a large phoenix stood in its place. After a quick password Dean didn't quite catch the phoenix sunk into the ground with a light call that made his heart sing. They stepped onto the spiral staircase and they started to move. The headmistress' office was a large circular room with portraits covering the walls. Behind the high backed chair was the portrait he needed to talk to, Dumbledore. However to his left was another smaller painting of a tall greasy haired man. Professor McGonagall saw him looking at it "a request of Mr Potter, he told us why Dumbledore trusted Snape. He was on our side. I will leave you now, if you need me I will be on the Quidditch pitch. Hagrid is repairing the damage done during the battle and of course we don't want to lose our pitch. I enjoyed seeing the cup sitting in my old office. And I'm sure Professor Wood will enjoy it in the future"

"Professor Wood?"

"Oliver Wood, he was here until your 4th year. He will be the new Transfiguration teacher and Head of Gryffindor House as no one else wanted the position" and with that she left.

Dean walked over to the desk and looked at the portrait of the Greatest Wizard the World had ever seen "Professor Dumbledore? Sir are you... awake?"

"Mr Thomas. You look well, I'm glad you survived. Now from what Professor McGonagall has told me you wish to speak to me"

"Yes Sir, about two weeks ago I found out who my father is, well was. You see he is dead. I wanted to ask you about him and whether I can love him because well my father is Voldemort" Dean waited for the gasp from the 'sleeping' portraits, but everyone was quiet

"I see, what was the relationship between your mother and Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked quietly looking at Dean over his templed fingers with his piercing blue eyes

Dean gulped "They were married and loved each other"

If Dumbledore was expecting a certain answer that wasn't it as his eyes become quite wide, Dumbledore was shocked "He loved her?"

"Yes Sir and she loved him, but she did not know who he was. They were married for 6 months before I was born, married on the night he proposed and he worked for the Military, according to my mother. He lived with us on and off for the next year and a half, but then he went to fight. On October 31st Mum received a letter saying he had his final mission and he would be home forever, but he died. I guess I know how now. But Sir I have so many questions. Do I love him; I mean am I meant to, am I allowed? Why didn't he come to find us when he returned? If he had us why did he have to kill Harry? Weren't we good enough?" Dean said quickly

"Should you love him? He is your father and he loved you. It depends on what you think of when you think of him; do you see Voldemort or Tom Riddle? You do not have to love him, you have a choice. The second part of your question I can not answer as I do not know and can not guess-"

"I think I can Dumbledore" a voice said, Severus Snape looked directly at Dean "He did not come to find you because he thought you were dead, he was told soon after his return that you were killed by Mad Eye Moody. His original intent was to find you, as soon as he killed Potter. The reason he had for his murder was something no other Death Eater would understand. He thought the boy would threaten you and your mother, that your lives were in danger. He wanted to protect you and gave his life for it"

"He loved us, but Harry said he couldn't love at the Battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort himself said he didn't love" Dean said

"He didn't after he lost you both"

His father loved him and his mother. His father wasn't Voldemort, he was Tom Riddle. At that moment Dean shed the name Thomas and became Dean Riddle. He did this for his father because no matter what others thought of him he loved him.

Tom sat in the waiting room. The florescent lighting making his skin paler than it already was. His wife was in labor and though he wanted to be in there with her he couldn't, this simply wasn't done. A doctor entered the room "Mr Riddle?" Tom's head snapped up "your wife is waiting for you. Follow me"

Tom basically sprinted to room 216 were his wife sat with their child. Milly looked tired and her hair stuck up, but she held a small bundle of blue fabric. They had a boy, a little boy. She passed their son to him. The boy's skin was black, like his mothers, but so were his eyes and hair like Tom's. He was beautiful.

"So Tom do we have a name?" Milly asked smiling

"Dean, the leader. Let's call him Dean Riddle"

They smiled at each other, but then there was a tap on the door and Tom turned to see a talk hook nosed man at the door

"My L-Captain, can I speak to you?" he asked

Tom smiled a happy smile, which apparently shocked the other man "Severus come meant my Son" Severus Snape walked carefully into the room and looked at the boy "this is Dean Riddle, my son, and this is Milly, my wife"

Snape flinched when he heard Voldemort's last name thrown out so casually, but smiled at the child "Captain" he flinched again "I must talk to you it is crucial to our mission"

Tom gave his son back to Milly with a smile and followed Snape out of the room. Snape looked sacred but determined "My Lord, tonight I was at the Hogs Head applying for the position of Potions Master like you requested. As I waited outside the room I heard a strange voice issuing from it. Inside a woman applying for Divination Teacher was telling Albus Dumbledore a prophecy. I listened to her carefully, but was interrupted half way through by the accursed bar man who found me listening and dragged me away, but sir from what I heard the prophecy is about you"

"Well Severus, I don't have time for this my wife and child are waiting" Tom snapped, he did not care in the least about prophecies

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. That's all I heard My Lord"

Tom's transfigured brown eyes widened. He was scared, not for his life, but for the lives of his family. This wizard, for it would be a wizard, could use his family to get to him. Milly and Dean could get hurt

"My Lord, the child has not yet been born, but we have McKitney in St Mungos. He can access the birth records. We will find the child"

"Oh yes we will" Tom's eyes suddenly flashed red as a shadow crossed his face "bet on it"

Tom would protect his family, because no matter what others thought of him he loved them.

It already past 10:30 and Luna Lovegood was not sitting in the Thomas Family kitchen. Dean was steering around the room aimlessly. He felt odd, as though a part of him was missing like an arm or a lung.

Mrs Thomas walked into the room "Dean where is Luna?"

"I don't know" her son grunted in reply

"Don't you want to tell her the good news? Why don't you just go over there?"

"Ya I might just do that, thanks mum"

He leapt up from his chair and was about to apparate when his mother said pointing at the bowl he had left on the counter "forgetting something?"

Dean laughed; he was so used to Luna doing it for him. He picked it up and put it in the dish washer before kissing his mother on the check. With a large crack he was gone.

When he once again gained his bearings Dean walked up to the Lovegood's door and knocked, but no one answered. Dean angrily threw himself into a chair on the porch that he and Mr Lovegood built several months previously. He would wait until she got home.

There was a sudden crack from beside him and Luna appeared "Oh Dean what are you doing here?"

"You didn't come this morning and it felt weird so I came here, but you weren't home" Dean said pulling her to sit on his knee. This act was quite normal for the two of them and they were comfortable with it "but guess what, I'm coming back to Hogwarts this year"

"Oh Dean that's wonderful. I'm so sorry I wasn't here. I went with my father this morning. We had some unexpected news today" her voice wavered a little "My Grandmother is very ill, she's going to die"

"Oh Luna that's horrible" Dean thought about everything Luna had been through during the war and now this not even six months later "Were you close?"

Luna lent her head on Dean's shoulder while she silently cried "That's the thing we weren't. She is my mother's mother and when Mama married Dad they stopped speaking to us, because my grandparents wanted her to marry this muggle man. They never really liked the idea that she was a witch, both being muggles who didn't really approve of magic. They have contacted me several times, but we really never talked either. However yesterday afternoon we received a muggle letter from my Grandmother saying she had cancer and that she was very sorry for her actions. She asked if we could visit so she can get to know us better. I told Dad I wanted to go so he agreed. I was just coming home to pick up a few things then I was coming to tell you that I'll be away for a while"

"How long?" Dean asked stony faced

"Till school starts, so about a month"

Dean was shocked, a month without Luna. Would he be able to cope? He wasn't being over dramatic, he was serious

"Goodbye Dean" Luna said kissing his check

"Goodbye Luna" Dean said. Looking at his empty hands Dean realized something. He felt so alone because he loved her, he loved Luna and the fact that she wasn't there made him feel as though he'd been ripped apart.

The streets of Godric's Hollow were filled with laughing children. Tom smiled thinking of Dean in the future at the Hogwarts feasts he would attend. His son was almost 2 and Tom sent him the yellow rabbit he had as a child. For the last two years Tom and the Death Eaters had searched for a wizard born at the end of July with parents in the Order of the Phoenix and once the following July had ended they had two options; Two boys - Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter. The Longbottom boy was a Pure Blood nothing exciting, but the Potter brat was intriguing. A half blood with dark hair. It would be him, it had to be. However, Dumbledore had yet gotten in the way hiding the Potter family, but then a new Death Eater appeared amongst his troops. His name was Peter Pettigrew and he was the Secret Keeper of the Potters.

He was now outside the hidden door and thought of the address making the house appear. He took a deep breath; he would destroy this family if it meant he could protect his own. Then Voldemort would disappear forever. He opened the gate with creak.

Inside James Potter shot coloured sparks into the air. Tom smiled remembering how he had done that with Dean while his mother was out. But then James looked up and shouted at his wife and child "It's him, Lily take Harry and go, I'll distract him, just go!"

Tom walked through the door to see a man who didn't even have a wand in his hand, James Potter had always been a foolish man, but this used to be an advantage.

"James it's not you I seek. If you and your wife step aside you can start a new family. I need your son, not you. Stand aside and I'll let you live. It's your choice"

The look of determination was still set on his face as he spat "I don't think so my Lord, if he dies I die"

"Be it on your head" Tom said as James straightened "Avada Kedavra"

Over Tom's shout you could barely hear James whisper of 'Lily'. The look of determination was still as he fell to the ground dead.

Tom slowly walked up the stairs looking at the photos. She had barricaded the door, how sweet. But nothing would stop him from protecting his family. He cast a spell to move this obstacle and the house shuddered.

She had put the child in the crib "Stand aside you stupid girl, stand aside"

She was crying, but stood in front of the crib with a look like her husbands "No not Harry, please not Harry, take me instead. Have mercy, have mercy."

He laughed at her insolence "It's not you I want Lily, you will not hurt my family like your son will. Now. Stand. Aside" he said with gritted teeth, she didn't move "Be it on you head, Avada Kedavra"

She screamed as she fell. Tom turned to the child and picked him up before saying "your family died for you boy, they must love you to sacrifice themselves. You see I'm not that stupid. Yes I love my family, but I just get rid of the danger. You"

He put the child down. I'm so sorry; he thought as he drew the wand with a phoenix father core and cast the curse that would kill the boy. His head bowed tears falling from his red eyes. He did not see the curse rebound off an invisible shield around the child, but he felt it enter his chest right were his heart was. His last thought was that he had lost and the fact that he had failed made him feel as though he'd been ripped apart.

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I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Lots of love.