Title: The Truth Behind the Name and the Lies pt. 6
Pairing: DracoxHarry, OliverxPercy, twincest? Ect.
Fandom: HP
Notes: An abused boy finds out he's a wizard and a hero; his tormented mind rebels. One person sees through the misconceptions to the real Harry and treats him the way he deserves. How does this change them both and those around them?
Chapter 8-
Draco poured over the books on Horcruxes, well the books that briefly mentioned them. Of course neither books from the Manor or Hogwarts had books that significantly explained them. How the Dark Lord managed to discover the incantation he had no idea for he had yet to find it. Not that he had any desire to use it himself, he preferred to keep his hands clean even if perhaps the Death Eater he'd duelled ended up dead.
Blaise was reluctantly dredging up the memories of their creation and writing it down on a journal in case they needed to review it. He would be removing the memories intact and at some point seeing if he could find a way to forget them.
"So we know how he made the first two Horcruxes, one of which is already destroyed but the other is still…"
Blaise glared at his brother, "I haven't seen where he might have placed it yet. In the space of a week mind you, merely three or four days after you asked me I had my first vision. I almost hate you for wanting this ability of mine used this way. I've watched him kill four people, make two Horcruxes and ruin one man's life. I don't care if that man was scum of the earth but he no doubt suffered for murders he didn't commit. These visions upset me enough that my daughter Athena notices and worries. She's only fourteen months; I don't want her to know about the things I have to see."
Mid-rant Draco watched as Blaise's eyes rolled back into his head, the quill dropping from his fingers and splashing ink on the table. His brother collapsed in his chair, Draco could do nothing but summon an elf for chocolate and food while waiting for Blaise to wake from his vision.
XoooooX
Blaise found himself in Hogwarts' battlements, Riddle, the future Dark Lord was walking towards a vaguely familiar slim female ghost in grey.
"Madam," Riddle bowed, the Gaunt family ring glittering on his finger.
Blaise winced at the faked air of respect.
The Grey Lady looked as if she would blush but then one remembered she was dead. "What is it you want Riddle? I never grant attention or advice to those outside my house."
"I wished to speak to you, I overheard one day a pair of your housemates discussing something about Lady Rowena's lost diadem. They swore they would find it as one claimed he had found a clue to it's whereabouts in the castle."
The ghost stiffened, "It maybe lost but to find it here is impossible for them to find it as it does not rest here."
Riddle looked at the ground, "I like puzzles and riddles, I once hoped to become a member of your house."
The Grey Lady looked pleased, "With your marks and the way your teachers rave about you, no doubt you would have made an excellent addition to my old House."
Blaise snorted to himself, not likely.
Voldemort continued, "Perhaps, the diadem shouldn't stay lost. Hasn't it been gone long enough? I have no immediate plans following graduation, perhaps, I could go retrieve it for you and return it to where it belongs."
The Grey Lady's eyes narrowed, "What makes you so sure I know where it rests?"
"You are the daughter of Rowena, who better?" Riddle said in awe, "Surely you have some idea."
The Grey Lady looked away, "Perhaps, I do know where it rests. It has been 'lost' for over nine centuries. Why should I tell you when I won't even tell members of my own house?"
"If it was lost because you borrowed it without asking to try it on,"
"That's not what happened." The Grey Lady protested.
"I promise not to tell, what really happened. I would love nothing more then to restore the diadem where it belongs. I too am an orphan, all I have left of my family is, my grandfather's ring. You and I also have something in common."
The ghost asked, "What?"
"We are both descendants of the Founders."
"Why should I trust a Slytherin? Mother did and they killed me in a rage when I didn't agree to go back with them nor to accept their request to be Bonded." The Grey Lady looked away.
Riddle's eyes flickered briefly with anger before he spoke in that same gentle but fake tone, "I swear that I will return it here to Hogwarts if I find it."
The Grey Lady searched his face, "Very well. Once there was a girl named Helena who was jealous of her mother's cleverness and wished to outshine her but nothing worked. So she took the diadem, hoping that wearing it would help her achieve her goal. She ran away with the diadem, and went travelling through the continent. Her mother didn't tell anyone, not even her fellow founders Godric Gryffindor or Helga Hufflepuff about its loss. Slytherin had left long before the diadem disappeared with Helena. Soon after, Rowena fell ill perhaps due to a broken heart. She sent a man who had always loved Helena, hoping he might pursue her to return. That man is now the Bloody Baron."
Blaise blinked, the Bloody Baron was the suitor of Miss Helena?
"He caught up to her in a forest in Albania, in a desire to protect the diadem she hid it in the hollow trunk of a tree." The ghost seemed deep in thought.
"Albania is tiny, but it shouldn't be too hard to find."
"You promise that you'll return it to the castle?"
"Of course, my lady." Riddle promised.
Blaise shivered, that would be a promise he doubted the young soon to be Dark Lord would keep.
XoooooX
With Draco and Blaise at the Manor no doubt, Harry was off visiting Remus with his children when he noticed the front page of the day's paper that Remus was reading. He'd brought along texts to study for his exam for St. Mungos, he wouldn't take the entrance exam until Titania and Triton were a few years older but that didn't mean he couldn't have a firm handle on the basics of Healing prior. After all Aunt Annie and Miss Cissy as well as papa were Healers. He had a firm handle on brewing, so he wouldn't fail that portion of the exam. He might later decide to like Aunt Annie and his papa take and get certified as a Potion Master as well. It was always best to be able to brew for yourself. He scanned the articles he could see on the front page of the paper.
The Daily ProphetMr. Ollivander mysteriously disappears.
Garrick Ollivander of Ollivander's Wands is believed to have disappeared. Neighbours claim he hasn't been sighted at his place of business and residence since last Friday.
A source with in the Auror Department say that there might have been signs of a struggle at his place of business but no one reported any disturbance near Ollivander's Wands any time near to when he was last seen.
Anyone with information regarding the incident or who were near Ollivander's Wands last Friday between five and seven in the evening are requested to contact the Aurors.
Muggles frightened as Bridges collapse
The rumours that You-Know-Who are back were confirmed when Death Eaters attacked the Ministry of Magic on June 27 as previously reported. According to Auror Tonks a spokeswitch for the Department, "Most of the Death Eaters who attacked the Unspeakable were captured. Investigations as to how they managed to infiltrate the Ministry as well as Apparate inside the Department of Mysteries are still being investigated. There were two casualties amoung Ministry personal. Names will not be released until the families have been notified. We wish to calm the fears of the Wizarding Public, many of the escaped prisoners from Azkaban have been captured. Of those captured only Lady Lestrange is still living, though due to injuries received during a duel with a member of the Council of Magical Law she is not expected to live long.
The Brockdale Bridge and the under construction Millennium Bridge are according to Auror Tonks to have been brought down by Death Eaters. It is seems despite the casualties amoung the Death Eaters on June 27 that there were still in significant numbers to damage something as sturdily built as a bridge.
Many parts of Muggle London are also suffering from dark cold fogs despite the summer. Aurors are having a difficult time due to the numbers of Dementors congregating there. Wizards and witches are recommended to avoid Muggle London as much as possible.
Any witches or wizards residing in Muggle London is warned to stay inside and be sure of their ability to cast the Patronus Charm.
Body discovered in Orkney IslandsA body was discovered in a primarily Muggle settlement in a shack in the Orkney Islands. A tip was given to the Aurors who investigated.
The body is reported to be that of Former Durmstrang Headmaster Igor Karkaroff' who disappeared following the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament last year. Body showed signs of torture; Karkaroff is believed to have been killed by the Death Curse. No suspects have been reported.
Harry blinked, "Dad?"
Remus glanced up, "Yes?"
"Mr. Ollivander is missing? The guy who sold me my wand?"
"It appears so."
"I wonder why?" Harry's brown furrowed, "You don't think…" his voice trailing off.
"Think what pup?" Remus asked setting down his paper.
"That it might have something to do with me. Remember at the Ministry? He wasn't keen to duel me again. He didn't know about our wands being brothers. Draco does, he warned me that our wands wouldn't duel. That's why I borrowed Draco's to stun the Dark Lord. He might have wanted to talk to Ollivander to ask about the nature of the connection with the wands. He would want to know what he could do if we have to duel again." He frowned, "I wondered why he didn't think to use another wand like I did."
Remus was thoughtful, "Who knows, it might be too simple, so that it might not be the right answer. Perhaps you're not looking at it from the right angle. Think about its, it their Fawkes' feathers and he's not a real phoenix, what happens if the curse gets broken? Voldemort's want might be useless. Yours on the other hand may or may not still work because it has a has duel core."
Harry was stunned, he'd never considered that…what would he do if Ollivander was never recovered and his wand became half useless?
XoooooX
It took a while before Blaise awoke, Draco had banished the spilled ink long ago. When he noticed Blaise beginning to wake he levitated the cup of chocolate in front of his brother. The journal having moving to rest nearer the ink pot and quill. A cup of chocolate landed lightly without a clatter in front of the young Veela Seer.
Blaise blinked sitting up slowly to avoid making himself dizzy. He took a grateful sip of the chocolate, feeling it revitalize him. He sighed, "That was unexpected. That answers my question."
Draco tried not to badger him about the vision, "What question?"
"What the icon of Ravenclaw House is. It's the diadem of Rowena, I was planning on asking Coraline but now I don't have to. So we have to find the Ring bearing the Resurrection Stone, the stone is Harry's by right because he is a descendant of the Peverells. I know he would have used Slytherin's locket if he had found it. Rowena's diadem of course, I'm sure he found it. We already destroyed the diary; he used Myrtle like I told you before. He created a Horcrux out of the Peverell ring by killing his Muggle relations. I hate seeing him kill people but at least these are already long dead."
For that Blaise I am sorry but for now you are the only weapon we have. Despite the arrests, injuries or death of the Dark Lords inner circle there are still many supporters on the continent. I hope father does not have to leave. He is a member of the Wizengamot committee on International Relations. With his standing and defection of the Dark Lord's ranks as well as success against the Death Eaters he would prove a powerful voice talking people and Ministries against siding with him.
XoooooX
Hermione, Coraline and Severus had sealed themselves in a disused room in the cellar, bowels, dungeon- whatever you wanted to call it of Malfoy Manor.
Severus who understood spell creation best had come with Hermione- smartest witch of her age and Coraline—the daughter of two mothers who were involved in experimental charms. Although this curse on the man they believed was Gellert Grindelwald was intriguing from a spell creator's point of view, in reality it was cruel. He cast a rune revealing charm that showed the runes making up the spell and called each one out to Hermione who looked them up in her Spellman's Syllabary and Rune Dictionary.
Hermione looked up from her scribbled notes on the rune making up the curse, "That man is a monster."
Fawkes was trapped behind a covering cage made of water, squawking in annoyance.
Hermione was grateful he was under a silencing charm that cursed phoenix was under for he would surely deafen her.
"I still can't make head or tails of the Runes making up this curse." Severus grumbled.
"We'll figure it out." Luna said softly, wondering if one of their magic could help them…although too much of George's magic might adversely injure 'Fawkes'.
XoooooX
Andromeda was sitting in the Janus Thickey ward, between Bellatrix and Charity's beds. Overseeing both their care was exhausting. Although, Charity had more hope of recovery then Bella. The longer they could keep Bella alive the more chance her child had. A woman like her middle sister was too crazy to have a baby, she put the fetus in danger going into the Ministry. It could have caused a miscarriage. .
It hadn't been long since both women were placed in this ward…
How did one tell Charity that her husband of a few months was already dead? It would crush her. Charity Burbage had been in love with Sirius for years and believed in his innocent despite the 'proof' offered to make his life sentence in Azkaban palatable.
It would be between herself and Narcissa to decide what to do with Bellatrix's child.
As much as she wanted another child, could she raise this child as her own even blood adopted? Narcissa was also pregnant, with another son. Wouldn't it be earlier to pretend they were twins?
Nymphadora was an only child because Andromeda's womb couldn't hold a pregnancy well. It was the wrong shape or something. She lost a child before Nymphadora and one after, after the second miscarriage she was warned a four pregnancy might kill her. She loved her strange daughter but could she really handle being a mother of a new baby and a grandmother at the name time? Narcissa was thriving on it…
She wanted Sirius' daughter to live…almost as much as she wanted her mad sister's child to live. It didn't deserve a mother like Bella…or a father like Rodolphus…
What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long since I updated Truth- this chapter was giving me difficulty.
