Different Plans
Chapter 21-Welcome back to school
A/N: Loira Lia - No, it wasn't, but Tom ordered them to watch over the game in case something would happen
"James, can I come through?"
"Sure, Albus," James answered. The flames changed colors and out stepped Dumbledore, followed by Lily.
"What's mum doing here?" Max asked as he entered the living-room. "I thought she was in Azkaban.
"She'll be a spy," Albus answered. "I'm sure now that Voldemort's somewhere out there."
"W-what?" James asked unbelievingly. "But-but didn't Max defeat him?"
"I think he weakened him," Albus said. "But nothing more, I'm afraid.
"Then what will happen?" Max asked anxious, already knowing the answer.
Albus' face was serious as he spoke, "A second war will begin."
"She is against us now."
"I know, Ray, I know," Tom replied, watching the conversation from his crystal ball.
"What shall we do? She knows who we are," Raymond said. "Shouldn't we do anything?"
"She won't talk," Voldemort answered. "She's too scared. Scared of what might happen with her."
"I know, but she knows who I am," Ray argued.
"Yes, but she doesn't know that you changed your name, Ray," the Dark Lord said.
"You're right," the boy whispered, holding the goblet in his hand in the air before gulping the liquid down. A moment later he screamed in pain and collapsed. Sighing Tom scooped the boy up and walked out of the room, whispering, "Raymond Eduard Riddle, welcome to the world."
"How is he?" Hermione asked. "Can we see him?"
"He'll survive," Severus said. "It's only a blood-adoption potion, nothing dangerous. And no, you can't see him."
"Still," Draco replied. "He's like a brother for us."
"Only for a minute," Ginny begged.
"No," Severus repeated. "He needs rest."
His whole body ached as he woke up. He groaned in pain. Slowly he sat up, rubbing his eyes. A mirror stood on the bedside table. He too it and looked at himself.
"Hello, Raymond," he said, smiling, to himself.
"Come on!" Ginny said. "You've got to let us!"
"No I don't," Severus argued.
"We can't wait!"
"Your problem, Draco."
"He's our friend!"
"I do not care, Hermione."
"Let them in," a hoarse voice said from the other side of the door.
"Wow," Hermione said as she saw her friend. He looked like a younger replica of Uncle Tom.
"You have to take the other potion," Severus reminded his godson, holding a phial towards him.
Raymond gulped the liquid down and grimaced. A moment later he was back to his old self.
"You look better the other way," Draco said. "Then you're sexier than me. Maybe you'll become the Sex God of Slytherin."
Ginny laughed at put an arm around him. "We've got to tell you something," she said.
"We're going out," Draco finished, kissing the girl on the cheek.
"...Some of you might know him, our new DADA Professor Alastor Moody!" Albus announced. "Also, there won't be any Quidditch this year because of the Triwizard Tournament! And, some of you should know it, two other schools, Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, will be coming here. Because of that I hired Madam Draper, I'm sure many of you know her, to test your discipline." The students groaned. This shall be the worst year, the ones that knew Madam Draper thought. "She will arrive tomorrow morning. And now, a good night!"
"How can we have a good night if we know that monster is coming tomorrow morning?" Ron asked Max.
"I do not know the answer," Maximilian said monotone, his eyes wide with shock.
"Good morning, students," Madam Draper said. "I will call you in alphabetical order, then you will come here and I will tell you what to do. When you pass the test, then you are lucky. If not, then you will have to take lessons with me. Araib, Anne."
"...Potter, Maximilian."
"But my brother's first!" Max complained.
"I said Potter, Maximilian!" Madam Draper repeated. "And I hope you didn't forget what I taught you!"
"No, miss," the boy replied quietly.
As Max did his test, Madam Draper scribbled on her paper.
Potter, Maximilian
Language: bad
Straight walking: horrible
Table etiquette: couldn't be worse
Test overall: failed
Comment: forgot everything I teached him, now he is worse than before; has to take lessons again
Potter, Harry
Language: good
Straight walking: perfect
Table etiquette: excellent
Test overall: passed
Comment: one of the best disciplined boys I ever saw, an idol for others; didn't teach him before
"I will work out how many failed or passed for every house," Madam Draper said after everyone was done.
House Passed / Failed
Gryffindor 180 / 70
Ravenclaw 238 / 12
Hufflepuff 240 / 10
Slytherin 250 / 1
Overall 918 / 93
"Shame on Gryffindor," Draco snarled. "They have the worst manners on earth!"
"I have to agree with you," Tom said. "Even I think that monkeys are more disciplined than these foolish Gryffindors."
"But Hermione, Ginny and Neville are exceptions," Raymond reminded them. "They are on our side and have passed."
A/N: Did you figure out who Raymond Eduard Riddle is?