Like Father, like Son
By: Hobblefoot11
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Authors Note: Forgive me if anything is misspelled, I don't have the books to check in. Also, Voldy changed Harry's name to Xander and Severus is 100% dark but pretending to work for Dumbledore.
Also, Frank and Alice never got tortured by Bellatrix and are part of the Order.
Chapter Ten:
(September 5th)
Xander's first class of the day was potions. He was defiantly looking forward to it, but he also knew that he probably already knew each and every potion to be taught. He was the only one walking through the halls; he was about five minutes late for class.
When he got to the classroom he pushed the door open and entered quickly, looking at Severus and cocking his head to one side by way of apology.
Severus almost smiled. Almost. "Please take a seat, Mr. Riddle. We were just about to start the Hereditas Potion. Perhaps you could tell me what 'Hereditas' means?"
Xander smirked as he slid in the only empty seat in the second last row, beside Draco Malfoy. "It is Latin for 'heritage'. The potion, when you add three drops of the person's blood, will tell you their parents and any siblings." Most of the girls, Slytherin and Gryffindor, turned to stare at him.
"Thank you Mr. Riddle." Severus said. "The instructions are on the board, you have forty five minutes. Begin."
Working with Draco, the potion went quickly, neither spoke a word except for when Xander corrected Draco on his chopping of the yew roots. Soon their potion was the perfect clear shade it should be. Severus, who had been taking points and giving detentions the past twenty minutes, was not surprised when Xander announced they were done twenty-five minutes early.
He told them they could both leave, as there was no point in staying around once they were done.
Outside the classroom, Draco stopped and held out his hand. "I'm Draco Malfoy,"
Of course, Xander already knew that, but he shook the extended hand and replied. "Xander Riddle."
"Are you a pureblood?" Draco asked. "I've never heard the name Riddle before."
"Half-blood." Xander said.
"Who are your parents?"
He grinned. "Tom and Bella Riddle."
"So why are you at Hogwarts? I've never heard of exchange students coming here."
"I was taught at home." Xander clarified. "But with the Dark Lord killing Mudbloods left, right and center, my parents decided it would be safer for me to come here."
The blonde boy nodded, excepting this answer. "So you'll be here next year, too?"
"No. I'll be out by November." And it was true, once the Halloween ball rolled around and Hogwarts was taken over, he would never see the school again – unless he came to watch it burn.
It was obvious Draco was curious, but he didn't push it. Instead he pursued a new subject. "Is it true you're dating the little Weasley girl?"
Xander's eyes went wide, "The blood-traitor? I would never have anything to do with any of them." He lied expertly.
For the next twenty minutes it went like that, Draco asking just about every question he could think of, and Xander answering as truthfully but discreetly as possible. When the rest of the students came out of the room, looking thoroughly depressed, Draco and Xander split off for their next classes. Xander was going to Defence against the Dark Arts, Draco to Transfiguration.
He was the first one in the classroom, and no one sat beside him. All probably too intimidated. He knew the teacher, Professor Fleet, was not a member of the Order, and therefore didn't know he was Voldemort's son. When Professor Fleet saw that Xander was alone, he took no time in asking the Mudblood Granger to share a desk with him.
"Xander might need some help, as this is his first day, and you are the best student this year." Granger smiled and blushed, but her grin quickly fading into a mortified expression when she saw Xander's hard expression.
He could see her gulp – in fear? He hoped.
"Hey," She murmured, sitting down, obviously wanting to be as polite as possible. He pointedly ignored her.
Professor Fleet starting talking about Patronus' then. Xander had attempted to produce a Patronus, but they were creatures of the light and that made it slightly for him then others, but he knew the theory, the incantation and everything else about it.
After about twenty minutes of chatter, through which Xander barely paid any attention, Professor Fleet called his named. "Mr. Riddle? Are you paying attention?"
"Of course, Professor," Xander replied, the picture of innocence.
"Then perhaps you could tell me the incantation for the Patronus charm?"
"Expecto Patronum." Xander said clearly.
Fleet smiled and went back to his lecture about the history of the spell.
"It's quite interesting, isn't it?" The Mudblood whispered to him, trying to start a conversation.
"No." He said flatly.
After a moment she tried again. "But this could be very useful, don't you think?"
"Not to me." He answered truthfully.
"Why not?" Granger frowned.
"I am like a Dementor, I feed off pain, emotions, hurt. The bad things." He grinned at her, and watched her flinch with a grim satisfaction.
"W-what..?" She stuttered.
"I think you heard me."
Fleet noticed then that they were talking and not paying attention to him. "Riddle? Perhaps you would like to share with the class what was so important that you couldn't pay attention?"
Riddle looked up at him, seemingly bashful. "I'm sorry, Professor, but Miss Granger was speaking, and I couldn't concentrate on the class." He excused himself, giving Fleet a small mental push.
"Miss Granger, I'm very disappointed. Ten points and a detention tonight with myself."
The girl in question turned pink and looked like she was about to cry.
Xander couldn't keep the smile off his face.