Chapter Four
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In this episode, the title character does not actually make an appearance. Slightly evil Dumbledore…. Thank you for all the reviews and follows.
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The next month and a half was fairly calm. James didn't make any more appearances- the Slytherins had decided to leave Harry alone since James' outburst.
Severus had spent most of his evenings brewing with Harold. Not only was the boy good company, he was decent at brewing as well. Even though he'd spent a lot of time with the boy, he'd learned nothing new. While Potter had occasionally made a few appearances, no new alters had come forth.
Halloween arrived. At midnight, October 31, Severus heard a knock on his door. He answered it with a scowl on his lips; the scowl disappeared when he saw who stood behind the door. "Ah, Harold, I was not expecting you until after the feast."
The boy shook his head, "I'm not Harold, I'm Potter. I'm in control on this day every year because they died today. Aunt always has a party- I'm the only one who can handle it."
Severus nodded and invited the boy in. "Would you like any food or drink?" he asked.
Potter shook his head as he sat down on one of the large couches. "Tom's made a takeover."
Severus raised his eyebrows, "Who is Tom?" he asked.
"Tom is the oldest, besides Harry. He's even older than Freak. You haven't met Freak, but he'd like you. Tom mostly sleeps and has never taken control before. I don't know him very well." He paused a moment. "Sorry daddy. I gotta go. James wants to talk to you."
He sighed, "Yes, yes, I will see you later Potter."
The boy's eyes fluttered shut then opened. "'Sup dumbass?" he said.
Severus rolled his eyes. Why did it have to be James? "I'm fine James," he said, "how are you?"
James shrugged, "Fine. Potty told you about Tommy boy I suppose." Severus nodded. "The problem with him taking control is he's different. Not one of us. The bastard's a fucking E.T. None of us know where he came from exactly other than he came from the fiery depths of hell." He glanced around the room, "Interesting," he said, "no skulls or body parts. So, where's the kitchen?"
Severus sighed then stood. "Come along." The boy stood and followed him to the kitchen. "Sit," he pointed at the table. "I'm thinking grilled cheese and tomato soup. Is that acceptable?" James nodded and Severus snapped his fingers.
As they ate, Severus spoke. "So, tell me more about Tom."
James sighed, "I told you already dude, he's the fucking spawn of Satin. When he's awake all he talks about is hurting people and killing the damn muggles. Like I said, he's not one of us. None of us like the fucking bastard."
Severus considered this a moment. A homicidal personality who just happens to be named Tom… coincidence? I think not! "Do you know why Tom has started to take control?" he asked.
James scowled, "I'm not stupid, old man! There's this voice- a voice that apparently none of the dipshits here can hear. It keeps saying "kill, kill." I think it's talkin' Parsletounge. Tom keeps sayin' that his plan has been put into place even though he's one shit shy of sane. Freak's scared… so is Potty. They want the big, ugly, potions master to give 'em a hug."
Said "big, ugly, potions master" was fuming, James was stepping on his last nerve. He resisted the urge to strangle the boy. "Is there anything else you need, James?" he asked.
James snorted and stood up, "I don't need anything from you!" He grinned at Severus, "See you later asshole." He ran out the door at top speed.
Severus shook with rage. God, I hate that kid!
By the time he'd calmed down, he was once again thinking about telling Albus. If Tom Riddle had anything to do with this then Albus should know. But Severus suspected that if Albus knew part of Tom Riddle was inside Harry Potter's body, he would either kill the boy or lock him up. He knew Albus would destroy the piece of Tom's soul even if he had to forfeit the light side's poster boy. He had to choose, protect Lilly's child or protect the school. For him it wasn't a hard decision. The world and everyone in it can burn in hell for all I care so long as the boy survives.