Hypocrisy can afford to be magnificent in its promises, for never intending to go beyond promise, it costs nothing.
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The Queen of Serpents
Chapter Three
Gilderoy's Gilt
"speech"
thoughts
"parseltongue"
/mind speech/
=visions=
Tom could not recall the book store being this crowded, and that included during the war when it was the only building with a bomb shelter. There was, however, one person he was glad to see.
"Mum!" Dudley grinned happily, racing to Petunia's side. "You made it!"
Petunia sniffed. "Why would I pass up the chance to visit my sons?"
Harry shot his aunt a cheeky grin. "Aww, Auntie Dearest. Did you miss us?"
Petunia shook a finger warningly at him. "There is to be no trouble from you today, young man."
Harry looked horrified. "Me? Cause trouble? You must have the wrong nephew Auntie dearest."
Tom rolled his eyes. "That is beginning to get quite old Harry."
Harry smirked. "As old as you, oh most great and powerful elder brother?"
Tom glowered at his messy haired sibling. "Indeed I am, and don't you forget it."
Harry laughed, lightly punching Tom's shoulder.
Sa'zar watched the exchange with an expectant grin. 5...4...3..2.1
Smoke erupted between Harry and Tom, coalescing into the form of a green serpent and yellow badger. The two animals immediately began talking in high squeaky voices.
"Tom is the best!"
"No he's not! Harry is!"
"Tom!"
"Harry!"
Petunia frowned at her youngest son. "Salazar. Turn that off at once."
Sa'zar's eyes widened, a shocked look appearing on his heart shaped face. "But Siassha! It wasn't my spell!"
"I don't doubt that," Petunia replied dryly, "but I am certain you know how to reverse it."
Sa'zar pouted. "Maybe try a Finite?"
Petunia nodded. "Molly, if you would?"
The red headed woman nodded, eyes focused on the twins as she canceled the spell. Noticing this, the boys exchanged nervous glances. "Mom..."
"Look, it's Lockhart!"
Molly blushed, patting her hair as she turned to look at the overly handsome wizard. "Oh boys, I hope he didn't see!"
Petunia sniffed as the blond man entered the back of the store. "That one thinks far too much of himself."
Tom nodded, wishing he could just hex the man. What an idiot.
Sa'zar smiled. "Val, Mione! Over here!"
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Harry wiggled through the crowds searching for a good book on hexes. Why these people wanted an autograph from that over dressed dandy was beyond him.
Sa'zar laughed delightedly at Mione's comment - "He's written almost the whole book list!" - and Val's - "As my Great-aunt Agatha used to say, 'his facts don't match.'"
Tom ignored the crowds, preferring to gather his books as quickly as possible. Once done, he settled down to pen a few lines in his old diary.
Dudley stuck close to his Mum. He'd deny it fiercely if asked, but he had missed her. Between his Dad and the Weasleys he had had almost no time with her.
Gilderoy Lockhart walked slowly onto the stage, giving everyone ample time to snap pictures of him. He settled down behind a table, surrounded by large pictures of himself. He gave a gleaming smile, basking in the crowds fawning adoration.
A short, irritable man was jumping around, taking pictures with a large, smoking, black camera. "Out of the way there," he snarled at Dudley. "This is for the Daily Prophet-"
"Big deal," Dudley muttered, glaring at the man.
Somehow, Lockhart heard him. He glanced up, seeing Dudley- and Harry. He gaped at them, then jumped to his feet, shouting, "It can't be Harry Potter!"
Everyone moved, whispering furiously. Lockhart snatched Harry's arm, eagerly pulling him to the front. Harry glowered at the man as his hand was shaken for the photographer.
Petunia's eyes went flat. She stalked up to the front, ignoring the complaints. "You," she snapped, jabbing Lockhart hard in the chest, "have no right to manhandle my nephew. And you!" She whirled on the photographer, "have no permission to take his picture. If his face should appear in your paper I will see to it that you are fired, after which I will sue you both for every cent you possess." She sniffed haughtily. "Come children. Really, the riffraff they allow in stores these days..."
The crowd split like the red sea, allowing Petunia and her boys to exit with ease. Magic or not, no one wanted to mess with a tigress protecting her cubs.
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Draco was hard pressed not to fall over laughing. Sa'zar did not even bother with the attempt. He simply collapsed in a heap of hissy giggles. Even Tom had to chuckle.
Lucius gazed cooly at Petunia. "I must commend you on ridding us of that nuisance. A most remarkable feat, especially for one with your limitations."
Petunia bristled at the backhanded compliment. "I am not so limited as you might think."
"Perhaps." The Malfoy patriarch gave her an appraising look. "At the very least you managed to avoid having your nephew dragged through mud."
A crimson light sparked in the depths of Tom's dark eyes. How dare that man insult her? Tom bit down on his finger, trying to control his raging temper. If that arrogant blond knew whom he was truly insulting...
A cruel smirk flitted across Tom's face. Lazily he opened the diary, pretending to write.
Lucius glared at the brat who had just crashed into him. "Watch where you walk, child."
Tom smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Sir. I was writing and didn't see." He proffered the journal.
Despite being well practiced in the art of deception, Lucius could not hide his shock. "Where," he demanded furiously, "did you find that book boy?"
Tom smirked, casually flipping through the diary's pages. "I wrote it. See?" He handed the book over, watching Lucius's dawning horror with no small amount of pleasure.
Tom Marvolo Riddle
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Lord T m Mavoo Ridle
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Lord Mort Mavo idle
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Lord de Mort Mavo il
/ / /
Lord Vol de Mort Ma i
I am Lord Vol de Mort
I am Lord Voldemort
Lucius stared at the boy before him. He did not look much like the Dark Lord. Only the eyes, grey stained with crimson, revealed the truth.
Tom smirked. "Do not insult Petunia, Lucius."
"Tom," Harry tugged at his brother's sleeve, "Aunt P. says come."
"Of course." Tom nodded coolly. "I am done here."
Lucius sagged limply against the wall as Tom and Harry hurried to catch up with Petunia. The Dark Lord. Somehow that boy was the Dark Lord. How? Why? And did it really matter?
The Malfoy Lord gave a harsh, raw laugh. At least now he knew why the Dark Mark had returned to his arm.
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AUthor's Note: So Lucius knows the truth. Not that anyone will believe him if he tells. Voldemort a twelve year old living with Harry Potter and a Muggle. Yeah, right.
The way Tom came up with the name Voldemort is my personal opinion. I just don't see him using a spell for it. And the words do have a meaning. So he started with Lord, then started on Latin words. Their were other tries which I did not bother writing. He must have spent days on that. Yeesh, that boy needed a life.
Due to uploader causing trouble the slashes are not in the right places. Sorry! When I typed this they were all directly under the proper letters.
I was very disappointed last chapter. I only got TWO! reviews. I know it wasn't my best work, but still... I need at least five more reviews before I post chapter four.
Questions!
Chapter 1:
Who is the Queen of Serpents?
Why is Harry's snake named lioness? (She is a rosy boa constricter.)
Who is the blond girl?
What is the real name of Umbrons, and what are they?
Chapter 2:
What was Sa'zar remembering when he hit his head? (Specifics, BTW. Don't just tell me being a founder.)
How did Harry change his eyes? (Note: Second Childhood, Three Snakes and a Lion.)
What is wrong with the founders names? Due to this not having anything to do with my story, here is the answer: No one had a last name unless you were a king. The founders were known by their holdings which might have become the last name of their descendants. However, ppl. did not have last names until the 13/14 hundreds for the most part.
Chapter 3:
Who is Valerie? (To be answered in fifth year.)
Which diary is Tom using?
Why has the Dark Mark returned to the Death Eaters' arms?
When did it return?
Points:
Gryffindor:18
Hufflepuff:15
Ravenclaw:15
Slytherin:20