Title: Harry Potter and the Founders Heir
Rating: K (May change!)
Chapter: 13/?
Parings: Ginny/Harry Hermione/? Draco/OC
Word count:2457
WARNING! Does contain: Ron bashing, Manipulating Dumbledore, Slight Molly bashing.
I DO NOT OWN HP
AN.I had a massive writers block that got me no where. But FINALLY FINISHED IT! Sorry about the delay. Bad Chloe.
"TOM RIDDLE!" Harry exclaimed. Pacing the length of the room he and Godric occupied.
"I thought I had more time! I'm nowhere near ready to defeat him! What am I going to do?" He panicked, his voice high and alert.
"Harry. Calm down. Tell me what you saw?" Godric on the other hand was calm and collected, the voice of reason as always. Harry sat down on one of the arm chairs heavily. Looking a lot older than the eleven year old he was.
"Fred and George have a map that shows everyone in the castle. Tom Riddle was on it, next to professor Quirrel." Harry closed his eyes as he tried to calm down. He already freaked both Fred and George with a major panic attack. Only being able to calm himself with the help of Ginny.
Godric looked troubled for a moment. "His soul is weak, he can't be in human form."
"The map doesn't lie!" Harry said hotly. "The twins said so! When they first got the map they saw Peter Pettigrew in Percy's dorm. They just thought that was Scabbers real name. How was they meant to know it was a human?"
Godric sighed "This is quite unexpected. However, we do not know if the map is mistaken, or if it is really Voldemort in the castle. If he is he must work out what his motives are. If his target is you..."
"Of course it's me!" Harry shouted standing up once more. "It will always be me!"
"I know your scared Harry." Godric said gently. "I am most troubled about this, however at the moment, Voldemort's soul does is weak. He doesn't have the strength to have a body. Either he is anchored to another body or using magic to stay semi alive."
"How do I find out which one it is?" Harry asked shakily.
"You said he was near Professor Qurriell?"
Harry's nod made him thoughtful. "Use the map again when you are in the presence of him. If Tom Riddles name is still next to him, we can be almost certain he is anchored to the professor."
"Look, Quirrell might seem a little... Odd." Harry thought of the stuttering young professor. "But to have the soul of Voldemort attached to him? Really?"
"Do not judge a book by its cover Harry. Everyone sees you as a little 11 year old wizard with little knowledge. We both know that's not true."
Harry nodded "Okay. So once we find out that. Then what?"
"There must be something here. He wouldn't risk being caught if he didn't have a sure way to get stronger."
"So there must be a way that's in the castle?"
"It seems so... For the mean time Harry. I would focus on finding out if Voldemort is here. Then we can worry about the why."
Voldemort? Oh Harry! What are we going to do?
Calm down Ginny. It's okay. I'm safe for now. I'm not sure yet. I have a feeling he is. We just have to prove it.
I know… I just… that panic attack you had. It really scared me, I could feel you're heart beating so fast… I was just hoping Godric would have said it was wrong. Did you tell Fred and George?
Yeah, they're going to bring the map to breakfast. We're going a little earlier. Quirrel is always gone when we get there.
Then what?
We'll deal with it when we get to it.
Just be careful Harry.
Don't worry. I will
"I still don't get why we're up so…" Neville yawned loudly. "Early."
"Harry what's wrong?" Hermione asked. "You've been like a box of crickets."
Harry shook his head "I'll tell you if it's something to worry about." He promised. Seeing the look exchanged between three of his closest friends. "Trust me." He sighed.
Draco nodded. "Okay, but don't shut us out."
Harry smiled tightly. "I'm not, I just don't want to cause a panic if I'm wrong." He turned his head as the twins came down the stairs. "Have you got it?"
Fred nodded. "Yeah." He glanced at the other first years. "Do they…?"
"Not yet." He said "No point if my hunch is wrong."
They made their way down to the Great Hall. Hermione, Neville and Draco all looking worried as they sat down.
"Just act natural." Harry said softly as George pulled out the Map and pointed his wand at it. With the map hidden under the table. Only Harry and George could see it. Harry went white as he saw it.
"There." Harry whispered as he pointed. "Tom Riddle."
Draco gasped. "Where." He whipped his head around worriedly.
"According to this." George said, "Next to Professor Quirrell." All off the students looked at the head table where the Professor was sat. He was the only one at the table.
"That answers that question." Harry sighed. He stood quickly. Leaving the hall in a rush. Not even caring if he was followed. He rushed into an area hidden away from anyone's view. He sank to the floor and breathed deeply.
Harry. It's okay. Breathe..
Voldemort's at Hogwarts Ginny!
And we will sort it. Together. I just wish I was there to comfort you in person.
I feel like I'm drowning. Harry took another shuddering breath.
Just keep breathing. In… Out…
Harry followed her instruction. Jumping when he felt a hand on his arm.
"Come on Mate. Let's get out of here." Fred said gently. "Too many people here."
"Wait. Lord Voldemort is Tom Riddle?" Hermione asked. They were sat by the Black Lake, under a tree just on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. Few people came by, so it was a perfect place to talk.
Draco nodded "Voldemort isn't his real name. It was one created. Think about it. Tom doesn't really inspire fear."
Hermione looked thoughtful. "In many languages 'mort' means death." She commented.
Neville nodded in agreement "Vold.. That name is a lot scarier than Tom Riddle."
"So." Fred finally turned to Harry who looked up. He wasn't paying attention to the conversation. "He's here? In the castle? Why? I mean, we've been here a few weeks now, if he wanted to kill you, he would have done it by now right?" George nudged Fred sharply as Harry flinched.
"Not helping." He whispered.
Harry shook his head. "It's okay. He's right. There must be a reason he's come back if it's not to get me. He must be after a body." Harry sighed. He turned to Draco. "Do you know how he could get his body back?"
Draco thought for a moment. "I guess hypothetically unicorn blood could make him stronger." He pondered. "But my father never tried to look for him after he disappeared. Why would he? He had a comfortable job. Plus he is powerful in the wizarding world without him, and he wasn't in the 'inner inner circle'. Well, not as trusted as Aunt Bellatrix anyway."
Neville flinched and Draco glanced over at him.
"She thought your parents knew how to bring him back, or knew where he would have gone." Draco looked away. "I don't know why. I guess there was a reason he targeted Harry, and I know your families were close. She must have thought they knew something Voldemort's followers didn't."
Draco sighed before shrugging. "There were also rumours, apparently he was in Albania somewhere. No one wanted to go and find him though, some of them pretended it never happened and some had too much to risk. Then as the years went by, they all started to get scared of him coming back. If he does, he won't be happy that his followers abandoned him." He bit his lip.
"To be honest. I don't know how he managed to survive without a body. Or how he would get one back."
"I know how he survived without a body, rather. How he is still in this world and not dead." Harry sighed, explaining the concept of Horcruxes.
There was a long silence as the young students took in the information.
"I… That doesn't seem plausible." Hermione whispered, sounding a mixture of disbelief and disgust. "Splitting a soul?"
"Without a full soul. You can't fully die."
"Wait. How do you know this?" Neville asked looking at Harry. "I mean, it doesn't seem like something you just stumble across."
Harry bit his lip.
Ginny?
It's up to you. You know them better than I do. You wanted Hermione and Draco in your circle. As for Neville, while he does have low self-esteem, he seemsloyal. You don't have to tell them about us if you don't want. Just Godric.
Before they find out. They'll have to learn Occulmency.
Harry sighed. "There is something else I need to tell you guys. It's very important, but I can't tell you yet. It's too dangerous. Professor Dumbledore can…" He tried to think of the right way to phrase it. "Basically see inside of people's minds. If I told you and he tried to find out. Let's just say he wouldn't leave me alone. So, before I tell you. You'll need to learn to defend your minds. I want you to learn Occulmency. Fred and George already know how, and I have a book on it. So it shouldn't take long."
"I don't need to learn it." Draco told them. "I know a lot of stuff that would get my family in deep trouble. So I was taught it when I was seven. I can help you guys learn it though."
Harry glanced at Draco, "We need to find somewhere we can study without anyone watching. Out here's fine now, but once the winter begins…"
"We'll all freeze to death." Fred supplied helpfully.
Hermione looked thoughtful. "Maybe the library? If we find a quiet spot perhaps?"
George shook his head. "If we're seen in the library, it's obvious we're up to something." He told her. "No one will believe we've decided to become model students."
A loud bell rang out from the castle. Harry stood up. "We'll talk about this later." He sighed. "There has to be somewhere we can go." He stretched. "What have we got now?" He asked.
"F-flying." Neville mumbled. "Can we just stay here?" He asked nervously.
Fred and George smiled. "You'll be fine Nev, you don't actually fly much on the first lesson." Hermione didn't seem to want to go either, a first for the smart witch.
Harry looked between them. "Don't worry. Flying's awesome, and we can help you. Won't we?"
Draco nodded. "I've been flying since I was three."
Fred and George went to their transfiguration lesson as the four first years walked out to the broom shed. Which was just next to the Quidditch pitch
"Everyone grab a broom!" Madame Hooch called. Everyone scrambled to get a decent broom and not end up with the one that was slightly bent with the twigs stuck out in all directions. Harry looked over as Neville dejectedly picked up the old broom. He was nervous enough as it is. Harry took the broom and gave Neville a sleek broom that only looked a few years old.
"You… I can have that one." Neville protested.
"It's fine." Harry smiled "I've ridden one before. I know how to control one."
"Thank you." He whispered, as he stood between Hermione and Harry. Draco on Hermiones left and Ron joining Harry's right.
"This is going to be easy. Isn't it Harry?" Ron commented.
Harry glanced at him before shrugging "You never know."
Madame Hooch stood in front of the class.
"Everyone put your broom on the ground. First thing we're going to learn is how to summon it."
Harry put his broom down and bit his lip. He knew he had a natural aptitude for flying. Should he go all out to impress or give it a few tries to not draw attention? After a moment he thought it would be okay. After all, it wasn't like he was showing off an impressive skill.
"Put you're right hand over the broom and say up." Madam Hooch commanded.
"Up." The class chorused. Harry's broom jolted up into his hand, along with a couple of the Slytherin brooms, Draco got it on his second try. Hermione on the third, looking rather pleased with herself. Ron glared at them and said forcefully.
"UP!" The broom sprung up wildly, hitting him square on the nose. Harry couldn't help but snort, especially when a loud laugh echoed in his mind.
Joined me right in time
Looks like it. It's weird. Ron is normally good with brooms, not as good as me but still.
He's trying to show off.He said glancing at Neville. The only one who had yet to levitate his broom.
"Brooms are like horses." Harry told him. "They can sense fear." He advised. Neville took a deep breath and nodded.
"Up!" He said loudly. Gasping when the broom jumped into his hand. "Wow. I did it!" He said excitedly. Harry smiled at him.
"Knew you could."
"Thank you." Neville whispered as he straddled the broom. Grateful he had caught up to everyone.
"Now. What I want you to do is gently push off, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly, and touch back down." Madame Hooch told the class. Harry positioned himself ready when a startled cry came from next to him. Neville's broom seemed to come alive! Taking Neville up as it ascended to the sky.
"Mr Longbottom! Come back down!" Madame Hooch screamed.
"He can't control it!" Hermione gasped.
Harry quickly sped after him. Shooting up in the air and quickly catching up to him.
"Neville! Grab my hand." He said flinging his arm out. Neville whimpered and held his broom tighter.
"I won't drop you. I promise!" Neville closed his eyes and thrust his own arm out. Harry grabbed him and pulled him off the broom, pulling him onto his own.
"You alright?" Harry asked as Neville held onto him tightly.
Neville nodded. "Yeah…. Yeah I'm fine… Oh shoot!" He fumbled with his cloak. "My rememberall! My Grans going to kill me!" He sighed as the small ball fell towards earth.
"Hold on." Harry sighed before tilting his broom down and zooming downwards. Neville squeaked and held onto Harry tighter as Harry reached out. Grabbing the ball feet away from the ground. With a sharp pull Harry managed to right them without crashing and coming to a stop in front of a cheering class.
"It's okay Neville. We're on the ground now." Harry said gently. Neville shakily got off, looking like he was going to throw up.
"Harry Potter." A stern voice came from behind him.
Oh Crap.
"Oh Crap." Harry agreed.