'My oh my do you wanna say goodbye?
To have the Kingdom, baby, tell me why
My oh my do you wanna say goodbye?
To rule the country, baby, you and I?
Little princess in a terrible mess,
a kingdom alone, with no love to confess
Dreams of a prince on a tall white horse,
runs like a spirit by the castle walls.'
-From 'My Oh My' by Aqua
Chapter 2- Little Princess in a terrible mess
"Shh, nothing bad is gonna happen, I promise. I'll never leave you." Draco said.
'That's what Tom said too.' the voice whispered in his ear.
"What?" Harry asked sitting up.
"Harry? What's wrong?" Draco asked.
"I heard that voice again." Harry said then looked at Draco. "Didn't you hear it?"
"No, what did it say?" Draco asked.
'Tom, save me, please save me. TOM!' the voice yelled and this time Draco heard it.
"What the-?" Draco asked jumping off the bed pulling his wand out. The room began to slowly morph and they were in a dark dungeon hallway. A young 15 year old boy with short brown hair, green eyes, glasses, and a torn up robe ran down the hallway toward them, the boy looked terrified.
'I have to get away, I have to find Tom.' the voice said as the boy stumbled and fell. 'Tom needs me!' the boy got up and ran passed them, when the boy ran passed them the rob slipped off his shoulder and Draco and Harry were able to see cuts and bruises on his shoulder. They were also able to see that the robe was the only type of clothing the boy had on. 'I'll get out and Tom will be waiting for me like always!' Suddenly they were blinded by a bright light and they heard the scream from before, only this time it was much louder and filled with much more pain.
'You will forget everything and start over, you will only love me.' another voice whispered.
'NO!' the first voice yelled, it was full of pain, hate, and devotion.
'You will forget everything and start over, you will only love me.' the second voice said louder and more demanding. The light vanished and they were back into Draco's room, Harry's legs gave out on him and he fell to the ground with tears rolling down his cheeks. Draco turned and looked at him before Harry passed out.
.:~ My Oh My ~:.
Voldemort was sitting in his chair in the Malfoy Manor, he was staring intently into the fire as if it held the answer to life itself. "Oh how I hate fire." Voldemort muttered and threw his glass of wine into the flames. He hated fire with a passion, that was what had taken his love away from him, but his hate for fire could never beat his hatred for Albus Dumbledore, the man who created the fire that took his love from him. He lifted his left arm up and looked at the Mark, the mark he put on all of his followers, the one that people deemed 'the dark mark' or 'his mark'.
He had come close to destroying that old fool, he had come so close, and then that boy had come along and began to protect Albus. It was said that that boy would kill him, he would not allow it, he could not die until he knew that Albus was killed. That boy had to be taken out of the picture, and he had tried to take him out of the picture, but each time he tried his heart would ache and his brain would pull out a picture of his love. Why did that boy have to look so much like his love? Why did the gods have to play such a mean trick and make the one person that was keeping him from killing Dumbledore look like his love? Albus was probably laughing at him now, knowing he couldn't kill Harry because he looked too much like Harold, they even had to same last name. . .
Voldemort suddenly stood up, wait a minute. What if Harold had never died that day, what if Albus had done something that made it look like Harold had died? And what if Harry was actually Harold? But if that was true then Harry would be 82 years old instead of a 16 year old boy. Plus he had seen the boy grow from an infant to the beautiful 16 year old boy he is today. Voldemort sighed and sat back down and rested his head in his hands and groaned. Was he that lonely and love sick for his love that he would willingly try and make himself believe that Harry James Potter was his beloved Harold Aiden Potter?
The door to the study opened and Lucius walked in holding another glass of wine for him and some food on a tray, "Milord, your dinner." Lucius said bowing his head and laid the tray in Voldemort's lap.
"Lucius, am I crazy?" Voldemort asked.
"No Milord, why would you even think that?" Lucius asked.
"Lucius, we are alone, call me Tom. I just tried to make myself believe that Harry Potter was my beloved Harold." Voldemort said sadly. Lucius knelled and placed a hand on his knee.
"You are not crazy, if Narcissa was killed like Harold was, I would hope that she was still alive and see her in every woman that looked remarkably like her. I will admit when I saw Harry in the grave yard two years ago, I thought I was looking at Harold. I almost cried in joy, happy that your love was still alive, and then I saw the scar on his forehead and knew it was Harry and not Harold." Lucius said softly knowing that Voldemort needed a friend right not instead of a follower.
"I had thought it was Harold too, and nearly cried when I saw it wasn't him. I was so furious, but surprisingly I wasn't furious at the boy. It isn't his fault that he looks like Harold, after all they are from the same family." Voldemort said.
"They are?" Lucius asked.
"Yes, they are both Potters. Harold Potter had an older brother a year ahead of me in school." Voldemort said looking back at the fire, "His name was Alexander and my life had been hell because of that fucker, and then Harold came to Hogwarts, I still remember when I first meet Harold."
\''/ Flash back \''/
A 13 year old Tom growled angrily when Alexander pushed him to the ground when he walked out of Hogwarts to go to Care of Magical Creatures. Unfortunately Alexander had that class right before him so when ever Tom was walking out to the class Alexander was walking in. "Walk much Riddle?" Alexander asked and his friends laughed. Tom glared up at him and was just about to say something when an 11 year old boy pushed his way through the crowd that had formed around them, he walked up to Alexander and pushed him.
"Leave him alone Alex." The boy said.
"Or what Harold, you'll run to mommy?" Alexander asked, "Look around Harold, Mother isn't here."
"I don't need mother here to make you stop picking on him Alex." the boy said.
"Oh what are you going to do Harold?" Alexander asked. "You're making me soooo scared." Alexander's friends laughed and the boy glared at Alexander. Suddenly Alexander rose into the air and was thrown ten feet away, everyone was shocked. The boy turned towards Tom and held out his hand, Tom's breath was caught in his throat. The boy was beautiful. He had short brown hair, bright emerald green eyes that were framed nicely by metal glasses. Tom took the boy's hand and stood up.
"Hello, I'm Harold." the boy said.
"Hi, I'm Tom." Tom said.
\''/ End of flash back \''/
"Harold stood up for me even though I was a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor." Voldemort said and Lucius looked shocked.
"Did he have any idea you were a Slytherin?" Lucius asked.
"Yes he knew, I asked him a few days later and he told me that he never saw a person by their house, he saw them by their actions." Voldemort said. Lucius place a calm hand on Voldemort's knee.
"We will avenge Harold's death, I swear Milord." Lucius said.
.:~ My Oh My ~:.
Severus was walking back into the dungeon to go back to his rooms to fall into bed and fall asleep. He just walked past an unused corridor in the dungeon when he swore he saw someone walking down that corridor. Severus closed his eyes and inwardly groaned and mentally cursed the person who was foolish to be walking the corridors of the dungeon at 4 in the morning and be caught by him causing him to put off going to sleep. He walked back to the unused corridor and saw that the person was standing in the middle of the corridor staring at something. He could see half of their face, he looked closely and saw that it was Potter. Severus growled low in his throat, of course Potter would be the one to be walking around the school at 4 in the morning.
"Potter." Severus snapped and saw the boy tilt his head towards him a little showing that he heard him, but the boy did not look at him, he was still staring at what ever it was that had caught his attention. "What are you doing out of your bed at this ungodly hour? Are you just trying to loose as many house point as you can?" Severus saw the boy move his eyes so that he was staring at him from the corner of his eye. "Answer me Potter or I will give you a months detention!" That finally got the boy to turn and face him, Severus noticed something wasn't right, but couldn't put his finger on it.
"I'm sorry." the boy said softly. His voice was musical and was not the boy's real voice, "I think you may have me confused with someone else." the boy said before he disappeared in a shimmering light.
"What the hell?" Severus asked. "I must be sleepy if I see Potter vanishing in a shimmering light." he muttered rubbing his eyes, he turned to go to bed when he something popped into his mind, what was he looking at? Severus turned around and walked over to where the boy had been standing. There on the wall was a beautiful painting of the black lake with the sun setting, but other than that it looked normal. Why would he be looking at that? Severus turned to go back to bed when he saw why the boy was looking at the painting. Out of all the paintings in Hogwarts, this was the only painting that wasn't moving. Nothing in the painting was moving, I was just a regular muggle painting. Severus was just about to walk up to the painting when he heard and saw Draco and Harry walk boy.
"You know Draco, you didn't have to walk me back you know." Severus heard Harry say.
"I know love, but I wanted to spend more time with you." Severus heard Draco say, "What's wrong Harry?"
"Didn't you hear that?" Harry said.
"Hear what baby?" Draco asked.
"Shh." Harry said, "I guess it was nothing"
"You sure?" Draco asked.
"Yep." Harry said then they walked off.
.:~ My Oh My ~:.
A 17 year old teenager with short red hair, blue eyes, and freckles all over his face was sitting in a tree, hidden from view, staring up at the night sky. A movement caught his attention, he looked down towards the ground as an old man with long gray-white hair and beard came into view. The teenager caught a gasp in his throat before it could escape out his mouth. He silently stood up, careful not to shake the tree limb him was on, and slowly and carefully climbed higher into the tree.
The man was carrying a body, and was hurrying into the forbidden forest. Once the man was out of sight, the teenager hopped down from the tree, he quickly glanced behind him towards the castle before quietly speeding off after the old man. The teenager followed the man for over three hours through the forest, when the teenager started to think that the man was trying to loose him they came to a cave in the middle of a small clearing.
The teenager quickly ducked behind a tree when the man looked around, after a minute the teenager looked around the tree to see that the old man was quickly going into the cave. The teenager bolted from behind the tree and into the cave. The cave tunnels were steep and curved every which way.
After thirty minutes of following the man through the cave, the man came to a dungeon like cell. He sat the body down and moved to unlock the cell. The teenager's eyes widened when he saw that the body that the man had been carrying was young Harold Potter, but that couldn't be possible, he was suppose to have been dead. Professor Dumbledore told everyone that he was hiding in a classroom when a teacher set it on fire to kill the nashers. Tom Riddle was taking it bad, he wasn't the same as he once was.
Harold was unconscious and was bleeding from a cut on his head. It looked like he had fallen and had hit his head on something, but the cut looked weird. It looked almost like it was a lightning bolt. What ever the boy had fallen on, it had to have been shaped like a lightning bolt. The teenager ducked behind the cave wall when the man turned to crab Harold.
The teenager bit his lip and closed his eyes, he wanted to get Harold and leave now. If he took Harold to the school and back to Tom everything would go back to normal. But he knew he couldn't, he knew that if he tried to now he would get not only him hurt but Harold hurt even more than he already was. The teenager took a step forward and nearly cried out in shock when something pulled him back and threw something over him.
Right as what ever was thrown over him settled the old man ran around the corner and out of the cave. The teenager turned and saw Harold standing behind him with his normal kind smile. The teenager opened his mouth to saw something but Harold put a cold finger on his mouth, that was when he realized he could see through the boy.
"Take this cloak, keep it tucked away safely. And when the time is right, send it to the Gryffindor Common room with this note. It will get to where it needs to be." Harold said in a musical voice. "Forget about my body, there is nothing you can do for it now. I will stay with my body and make sure nothing to bad happens to it. Now go, use the cloak to get back to the school." Harold said and vanished in a shimmering light.
The teenager stood there for another moment in shock before shacking his head, putting the note in his pocket, and wrapping the cloak around his body and quickly leaving the cave. Once out of the cave he quickly made his way back to the school and up to the Gryffindor common room. Once outside the common room he slipped the cloak off. "Password?" The Portrait asked.
"He will not know all but he do know." The teenager whispered, the portrait swung open and he crawled inside. He looked around the room before starting up the stairs to the boys dormitory. Once in the dormitory he went to his trunk and put the cloak neatly in the trunk, he was too busy thinking about everything he saw and trying to be as quiet as he could that he didn't hear the bath room door open.
"Did you just get in Septimus?" Someone whispered behind the teenager causing him to jump and spin around with his wand ready to cast a spell from fright. Septimus relaxed when he saw that a 17 year boy with short brown hair and dark brown eyes was the one who spoke. The teenager had his hands up in a 'surrender' position with a smirk on his face.
"Oh Longbottom, its only you." Septimus said lowering his wand a little, "Yea, I just got in, I must have fallen asleep while I was looking at the stars."
"Oh, well you best get some sleep, we have an early morning tomorrow, what with Harold's funeral. I just hope that Riddle doesn't go crazy on us like in DADA." The teenager said then laughed as he remember what had happened in class. "Boy, did you see the look on Professor Dumbledore's face when Riddle accused him of killing Harold, like Dumbledore would ever kill anyone." Septimus glanced back at his trunk as he thought of Harold's ghostly figure.
"Yeah, the Professor would never kill Harold. It's preposterous to even think that he would." Septimus said a little awkwardly. He put his hands in his pockets, and felt the note. He pulled it out and read what was on it.
'This cloak is yours now, use it wisely." Was all that is said, there was no name for who it was talking to, or who had given it. How was he suppose to know when it would be time to send it to the Gryffindor common room?
"What's that?"
"Huh?" Septimus asked looking up at the teenager then back at the note before shoving it back into his pocket. "Nothing, just a note I got from someone to give to someone else. Nothing special."
"Oh, well then, goodnight." The teenager said then turned and went to bed.
"Yeah, goodnight." Septimus said then changed and went to bed.