Sorry it has taken so long for me to update. I have been working on my other story. Anyways, enjoy.
Chapter Three
Gryffindor was hosting Quidditch trials and I accompanied my friends -I used that term as loosely as possible- to the Quidditch pitch. Weasel and Potty shouldered their brooms and stepped onto the pitch. The Mudblood and I went to sit in the stands.
There were too many people trying out for Potty's stupid team. Luckily, there were no Slytherins stooping so low as to pretend to be Gryffindors just to attempt to join Chosen Boy's flying circus.
"There are too many people at this school. We should take all the first years and shoot them." I said to Granger, my lips twitching.
"What a vile thing to say!" She said appalled.
"What? They're just a bunch of little bug-" I started to say, but she gave me an annoyed look, so I amended my statement. "Bumbling wizards."
"You were once a first year." She said.
"Ah, yes, but I wasn't a bumbling wizard." I said smiling.
Her lips twitched, but she wouldn't encourage me by laughing. I turned my attention to the pitch where a group of silly, idiotic Ravenclaws -though all Ravenclaws are idiots- were crashing into each other. I spotted Weasel, standing with the other Keepers, and looking like he was about to hurl. One Keeper was staring at Granger with a wolfish grin.
"McLaggen's looking at you." I said out of the corner of my mouth to Granger.
She started at looked over at the Keepers and blushed.
"He's looking at you like you're a meal." I said.
Granger looked at me, raising her eyebrows.
"I can make him stop. May I?" I said, holding out my hand to her.
She stared down at it with a curious expression. She looked into my black eyes and she smiled softly. Then she gently placed her hand inside of mine. My fingers closed lightly around it, not wanting to scare her.
I looked over at McLaggen, who was glaring at me.
"It worked." I whispered.
"No, it didn't." Granger laughed. "He's now looking at you like you're a fly that's in his way."
As if to confirm Granger's theory, McLaggen made a show of plucking a fly out of the air and squishing it. He smirked at me and I lifted my chin.
No one messes with the Heir, boy. My thoughts translating on my face.
McLaggen got the message. He turned away and resisted looking over at Granger for the rest of the tryouts.
Granger and I held hands until the end of tryouts. I held her hand because I was completing my mission. That is the reason. End of story.
Father will be very proud.
I wasn't sure if I was being sarcastic or not.
I declined to go to Hogsmeade with the Gryffindor twits. Instead, I hid myself in my Chamber of Secrets and practiced the lessons my father had taught me. After an entire morning of nonstop spell casting, I was drenched in sweat and decided to stop.
My black eyes fell upon an owl that hadn't been there before. It was as black as a moonless night and stared at me through bored eyes. I walked over and it held out its leg lazily. I wanted to curse it on the spot for being disrespectful. But then I remembered that it was an owl and nothing more. It would never amount to anything besides being a wizard's mode of communication.
I took the letter and sat down on the cold tile to begin reading it.
Andrew,
Your mission better be a success or on its way to being a success.
And that was all that the letter said. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I had the feeling that my father would be able to punish me for being disrespectful, despite the distance. I rummaged through my bag for a piece of parchment and a quill.
Father,
It's almost done.
-Andrew Septimus Vox
I always signed things with my full name; I just liked how it sounded. Vox was a fake Pureblood name; I could not go around with the last name Riddle, could I? My middle was Septimus because I needed a different name to fit in with the rest of the Purebloods like Draco, or Bellatrix, or Blaise, etc. My father named me Andrew because he wanted me to have a common name like he did.
"Never forget that we are unpure, Andrew." His voice weaved its way through my mind.
Gryffindor beat Slytherin in the first Quidditch game of the season. Weasel proved to be a capable Keeper for once.
I always hated it when Gryffindor beat Slytherin. Not because I care about the petty game, but because the Common Room becomes unbearable and my fellow Slytherins prefer to take out their anger on me.
But they won't be able to do that for long. Once I reveal my true self, they will all pee in their pants from fright. And then I'll Crucio them to next year.
I was patrolling the hallways as an excuse to not go into the Common Room. I was not scared of those pretentious twits; I just didn't have the energy to deal with them.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I had managed to make my way to the Seventh floor. I was walking past the Fat Lady, when the portrait swung open and a girl with bushy hair pushed past me. Then Potty followed.
"Andrew." Potty's green eyes lit up in happiness, I guess. I only feel happiness when I perform spells correctly, or on the rare occasion that my father is proud of me.
"What's going on, Harry?" I asked, feigning concern without any effort.
"Hermione's crying because she saw Ron and Lavender kissing." Potter answered.
"Ron and Lavender?" I said, genuinely surprised. Brown could do way better.
Now's my chance. I thought triumphantly. How else do you get a girl to love you? You prey on them while they're vulnerable.
"I'll take care of it, Harry." I said, clasping his shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks. I'm no good with crying girls." Potty said before he went back inside the Gryffindor Common Room.
I went down the hall until I heard sobbing inside an empty classroom. I pushed open the door and saw Granger sitting on the teacher's desk, tears streaming down her face, birds flying around her head and being controlled by her wand.
I walked over to her, my footsteps hardly making a sound. I stopped in front of her; she didn't seem to notice me. I wrapped my left hand around her wand and slowly pulled it from her grip. Then I placed it on the desk.
"Andrew . . ." She choked out.
"I'm here." I whispered.
Her brown eyes locked with mine, and then her head fell forward into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. She cried into my robes and I could only think about how I'd have to burn them later.
Suddenly, the door opened and I heard giggling behind me.
"Oh, Won-Won, I think this room's taken." A girly voice trilled annoyingly.
I whipped around and saw Weasel with Brown hanging off of him. Brown tried to pull him out of the room, but he stayed in the doorway.
"What's going on in here?" Weasel asked curiously.
Granger came up next to me, raising her wand.
But I was quicker and I sent Weasley flying. He slammed into the door and smashed face first into the stone floor. Weasel got to his feet and ran out of the room.
Granger looked at me, still crying, and with an eyebrow raised.
"He hurt you." I whispered.
Her face softened and she fell into my arms.
And I did not enjoy it.
