A/N: Hello, people!
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Marvolo,
I will admit that our date was actually fun. Who knew that we could have so much fun, comparing our pasts and hatred for Dumblefuck? I mean, I know they say familiarity breeds contempt, but I don't think that's the case. I feel like I understand you a lot more now. Don't get all excited though, this doesn't mean that I'm choosing you.
Now, Sexu Alley was indeed an interesting spot. I just can't believe the magical world has such a place. And you were right about the acceptance part. Though to be honest, I'm not too sure if I'm homosexual or heterosexual. Still a bit confused about things in those departments, I'll have you know.
I'm also impressed with the fact that you did not attempt to grope me once. And yet, you are a pervert, Lord Slytherperv. How you manage to come across as a pervert without being too overbearing and in-your-faceish about it, is amazing. I don't know how many 'subtle' glances you sent me, but I definitely got the innuendos. I'm not that inexperienced. Sirius has taken to teaching me about, 'special things'.
I was impressed that you know British Sign Language and that you understood what I had said backwards.
Did you know that when you speak Parseltongue, you have a bit lisp? It's cute, in a sort of hard to explain way. Yeah. I see it as a, not everything about you is as perfect as it seems. This in turn, makes you seem all the more real as a person, if you get what I mean. If you don't, sorry but I can't explain it any further than that.
Do you like fireworks? I was shocked that you would actually take me to see something created by muggles.
Now, I'm going to tell you another story. One I think you have a right to know, since a piece of your soul was destroyed in the end.
Summer before second year, the youngest Weasley boys had to break me out of my relatives' house. My uncle barred the window of my room and placed multiple locks on the door as a punishment. A House Elf had appeared in an attempt to stop me from returning to Hogwarts because something bad would happen that year, and when I refused to cave to his demands, he used magic to ruin a dinner my uncle was having with some wealthy and influential people. I forget who.
Anyway, the dinner was ruined and I was blamed, so he locked me in and refused to allow me to return to Hogwarts. The Weasley's came and literally, busted me out of there.
I stayed with them until school started.
During our shopping for school, there was an altercation between Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley. During their heated argument, Malfoy slipped a black book into the youngest Weasley's cauldron and left. I only noticed because there were two books and then suddenly there were three and no one else had gotten near her books to add any to them.
The year went on. People started getting petrified ad messages about the Chamber of Secrets were written in blood on walls. Filch hasn't been able to get it off yet. Poor bloke.
And then came the disastrous dueling club where I was paired off against Malfoy. He then used Serpensortia to summon a huge snake. Well, I spoke to it and freaked everyone out. I then found out that my talent was called Parseltongue and it was a 'dark' gift. People spread the rumor that I was the heir of Slytherin after that.
It wasn't a good year.
More petrified students while my friends and I tried to find out who the real culprit was. Mione brewed a Polyjuice Potion and Ron and I sneaked into the Slytherin Common Room(needs a better password by the way), to see if Malfoy knew anything. He didn't. All for naught.
Because we had been using Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to brew the potion, we often saw her and one night, I noticed the floor of the second floor corridor was flooded and I wanted to know if Myrtle was okay. Do not roll your eyes, just because she's a ghost doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings too!
Anyway, she told us someone came in and threw a book at her. Low and behold, it was a small black book and though it was clearly under the water that had risen a few inches above floor level, the pages were perfectly fine. I took it.
Yes, I met Tom. He had me on for a while, believing that Hagrid had somehow been the one to cause everything. I had already known that Hagrid's wand was snapped and he was removed from the school when he was younger, so it all fit, right?
No. After Mione was petrified, Ron and I went down to Hagrid's late one night to talk to him, but the Minister(daft bloke he was), came with Malfoy and Dumbledouche to escort him to Azkaban, with no bloody proof that he did anything! Now that I think about it, Fudge was an arsehole. Sending innocent people to Azkaban without proof of their supposed crimes or even giving them trials! UGH!
Right, onto the story.
So, I used my Invisibility Cloak to get there and Ron and I had been hiding. Dumbles knew we were there. He can see through my cloak somehow. Anyway, Hagrid made a very suspiciously vague comment about it anyone wanted to know anything useful, they should 'follow the spiders'.
I had been noticing that all the spiders in the castle had been acting strangely. Every time there was a petrification, you'd find a line of spiders crawling out a window or through a crack in the wall. So when I saw the same thing in Hagrid's hut, I dragged Ron along.
Long story short, an Acromantula colony nearly ate us. But we did find out that it wasn't Hagrid and that the girl who was killed was discovered in a bathroom. Later on, Tom Riddle's diary went missing. Someone ransacked the boy's dorm to find it and destroyed a lot of valuable things in their haste.
After visiting Mione in the Hospital Wing, I found a piece of paper crumpled in her frozen hand. They had found her along with another muggleborn girl, both had mirrors in their hands. Turns out, Mione found a book that she had been looking for and tore out the page on Basilisks. On the back of the page, she scribbled the word, 'pipes'.
I then put all the information together. How no one managed to look it in the eyes, usually only a reflection. A mirror, a window, a camera lense, water on a floor, through a ghost. Then the spiders fearing it. And the reason I was hearing the strange bloodthirsty voice all year that no one else could hear, would explain that it was a snake. Finally, the girl who died in a bathroom at the time.
We then overheard the professor discussing something and saw another message on the wall. 'Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever'. McGonagall said it was the youngest Weasley and that's when Ron and I got the pathetic DADA professor(who turned out to be a fraud by the way) and made our way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. I asked how she died and she said something about 'great big yellow eyes' and motioned to the sinks.
Once we were down there, the inadequate professor tried to Obliviate us with Ron's broken wand. Backfired and obliviated him instead. Severed the ruddy bastard right.
We got separated because the backlash caused somewhat of a cave in and I had to continue on.
The youngest Weasley was laying in front of the head of Salazar Slytherin. The Chamber is severely flooded, if you didn't know. And well, I foolishly discarded my wand in my haste to see if she was still alive and then Tom Riddle steps from the shadows and starts talking to me.
'A memory preserved in a diary for fifty years'. What a load of rubbish. Well, he told me about the anagram, 'I am Lord Voldemort' and then sent the Basilisk after me. I killed it with the Sword of Gryffindor, which I pulled from the Sorting Hat that had been brought down by Fawkes.
I was stabbed with a fang though and Tom stood by, taunting me as I died(you were a right bastard when you were younger).
So as I shuffled next to the Weasley, everything was becoming fuzzy and I knew I couldn't let Tom win. So I pulled the fang out of my arm and pierced the diary three times with it. Tom exploded as the diary bled black blood. And then the Weasley awoke.
Before I could tell her to run back to Ron, Fawkes lands beside me and cries on my wound. It healed completely and the fuzzy feeling went away. I was no longer nauseated.
We got back to the school and everything was revealed to Dumbles. I was right about Malfoy being behind it getting into the school.
So, just as a suggestion. If you decide that you want to torture Lucius Malfoy for losing you half of your soul, can I be there for it? He put me through a lot of hell that year and I want revenge. However, I don't think I have what it takes to full on torture someone, so I'd leave that up to you.
I will admit to having a fetish for treacle tarts. They just have this thing about them that I can't resist. Chocolate is good too. Honeydukes finest. Mmmmmm.
Do you know any other languages? I always wanted to learn Latin, but I never had the opportunity.
I ask this because I want to know what frottage is. It's either Latin or French and I can't find an English to French oe and English to Latin dictionary in the library here and Remus refuses to tell me what it means. In fact, he told Sirius to not tell me either.
So what is it?
I love cats, dogs, owls and snakes. Pretty much any other normal animal annoys me, most of the time.
How were you in Ancient Runes? I'm going into my seventh year N.E.W.T. class this year and I may need assistance. And since you're old and stuff, you can help me.
And don't take that as an insult. Old can usually mean experienced. Or senile, depending on how you look at it.
My Gringotts visit was very forthcoming. I'm not a halfblood. I'm a pureblood. Strangely(and grossly) enough, my mother was the product of two sibling pureblood squibs. They were killed when she was very small and she was adopted. Interesting huh? I wonder how many muggleborns are actually products of muggles and how many 'supposed muggleborns' are actually from a squib parent or parents.
The Goblins sold me some books on their history and customs. I will be learning as quickly as I can.
Well, this was all I could think of. If you answer some of my questions, I may return the favor.
See you,
Hadrian James Potter.
Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter.
Lord of the Most Ancient House of Gryffindor.
Lord of the Noble House of Donovan.
Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black.
Heir to the Most Ancient House of Peverell.
Harry,
I wanted to tell you to wear something comfortable. We're going to be gone all day and well into the evening. Make sure you have your wand. The place we're going to, one; allows witches and wizard fifteen years and up to do magic and two; even if it didn't, the crowd is so large the British Ministry would never notice.
That is all I'm telling you in regards to where we are going.
Please meet me in the Three Broomsticks at nine in the morning, 31 July. Expect to be home late the same day or very early the next morning.
Looking forward to seeing you,
Viktor. :)
Heir to the Noble House of Krum.
Sirius had gotten Harry a new broom for his birthday. A Thunderbolt! It was the fastest broom on the market and it literally, made Harry blur in the air.
Remus's gifts were more academic, but still very interesting. A book on Curse-Breakers, which he found very interesting. A book on Metal-Charmers, another good subject. A book on Spell-Crafting(bloody awesome!) and finally, a book on Aurors.
Harry felt that he was turning into Mione just a bit.
Mione sent him an advanced copy of Ancient Runes, which he seemed to gobble up. Inside, it even demonstrated on how some people could create random runes on the spot, for certain reasons. He wanted to explore that particular road more carefully.
All of the Weasley children that he went to school with, got him candy. Mostly chocolate, which he had no issues with.
He was going to become fat soon, he could tell.
Marvolo, sent him a small note and a large box.
Little Lord,
May your hatchday be enjoyable. Nagini sends you well wishes.
Yours,
Marvolo.
The box was filled with a lot of treacle tart from Sexu Alley and a book. Upon closer inspection, it was a book on Latin. Damn Marvolo and his perfect recall. It's seemed that he actually paid Harry some true attention. Their courtship was a lot more important to him than Harry originally thought.
The most amazing of his gifts, surprisingly came from Snape.
A small kit of potions. One vial of Veritaserum, one vial of Polyjuice Potion, one vial of Felix Felicis and one vial of Draught of the Living Death. Harry knew that all of them could come in handy. He had smirked to himself when he read Snape's note.
Potter,
Don't get caught.
Such loving words. There was a message in them though. He'd be able to use them at Hogwarts, so long as he didn't get caught using them. Ever the sneaky one, Snape was.
Early morning one his birthday, Remus literally dropped him into Viktor's arms in the Three Broomsticks.
Viktor smiled brightly at Harry and the poor teen had to fight his blush. Viktor was holding him bridal style and it was embarrassing.
"Are yoo ready? Ve vill be gone all day. Tell me ven yoo are hungry and I vill get you vat yoo vant."
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" Harry asked as the big Bulgarian set him down gently.
"Spain."
Harry did a double take and then gaped. "Spain? As in with the capital of, Madrid? As in the place next to Portugal? That Spain?"
Viktor was smiling. "Yes. I think yoo vill like it."
"Where are we going?"
"The M.O.."
"What?"
Viktor gave him a devilish smile, "The Magical Olympics."
The magical world did the Olympics. But in true magical world style. Only a couple of things were actually modeled after the muggle version of the Olympics. Like the orienteering, lacrosse, obstacles, archery and the martial arts. Since the Asian countries had magicals who learned them, they were added to the list.
Unlike the muggle Olympics, the magical was all held in one day.
It took place in a very well secluded stadium, bigger than the one held for the Quidditch World Cup the previous year. Somewhere in Spain, Harry had no clue where though.
The only thing that truly annoyed him, was the fact that the magical Olympic Creed, was the same as the muggle one, but someone else took credit for writing it. And he was pissed.
'The most important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win but to take part, just as the most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well.'- Father Henri Martin Didon. The muggle, who came up with the phrase.
So, most people in the magical world look down on muggles, but have no issues with taking their ideas and works and passing them off as their own? A bunch of bloody hypocrites.
The Magical Olympics only started in 1950 and the Olympic Creed was written somewhat thirty years prior, by a muggle. Harry wanted to find the bastard who claimed to have come up with it and bitch slap him silly.
The Olympics had been going on for centuries and the magical world had only just jumped in on the action not even half a century prior. But they have the audacity to act like they're the one's who came up with the idea.
Once Harry's initial annoyance was out of the way, he was able to enjoy himself.
Viktor got them very good seats. Much closer to all the action. Eye level too.
Harry was given a program of what was to come and smiled. He looked forward to the Broom Racing. Forging and Curse-breaking were also on his list of want-to-see. Imagine his shock when he found out Necromancy, was one of the many 'games'. Apparently, only the British Ministry thought it illegal, so it was okay for it to be added into the Magical Olympics.
Then there were the expected things, like Transfiguration, Charms and Potions. Harry wanted to see the Dueling. He like DADA and dueling seemed fun. You know, when there were competent people around of course.
The magical version of ten-pin bowling, was done with skeletons. Enough said.
There was also Healing, Occlumency(which Viktor explained to be protection of the mind) and Legilimency(which Viktor explained was an equivalent of 'mind-reading').
Harry wondered if maybe, people had lost their minds. Why would they add Dragon-Taming to the list of 'games'? Hopefully the stands were protected and no one would be in danger.
The last thing that caught his interest was a magical obstacle course which would be held last. It was all amazing.
Harry turned to Viktor, who was smiling at him. "How many times have you been to one of these?" he asked.
"About four. They are fun. I found my interest in Quidditch after vatching the broom races."
Harry smiled, "I've just recently gotten interested in curse-breaking, spell-crafting and metal-charming. It'll be good to see some things I want to learn about, displayed."
He looked around and shook his head. "I noticed that there aren't many British representatives," he commented.
Viktor shrugged, "The International Magical Olympic Committee does not have any British members. They decide vere the games are held each year and vat games vill happen. Because British vizards are too concerned about vat is 'dark' or 'light', they end up shunned by the rest of the vorld. Rarely are the British involved in the M.O.."
The teen rolled his eyes. "Seriously, is Britain the laughing-stock of the magical world?" he asked.
"Yes," said Viktor, without an ounce of remorse.
As they waited for everything to kick under way, Viktor bought Harry many different foods. So much, that they had to use the table that was magically added to their seats. A special treat for those with special seats.
There was a variety of food for the different nationalities that were in attendance. Harry gladly partook of the empanadas and the marzipan.
Right up there with treacle tart and chocolate, came the marzipan. Sweet, sweet marzipan. Mmmm.
When the games started a little after noon, Harry and Viktor leaned forward. The men's Broom Racing was the first thing to go and Harry felt embarrassment for some of the fliers. They couldn't handle a broom to save their lives. What country would ever choose them to represent them in this? Were they mad?
Out of the fifteen competitors that stared the race, only five actually made it to the finish line. And the winner, was a very small Frenchman.
The female Broom Racing took place right after, with only five competitors. But Harry had to admit, those women were brutal. One crashed right into the ground because of a foul from another competitor. Instead of laying there, she got right back up, despite a broken left arm, and hopped back on her broom to finish the race. Sometimes, women were much more brutal than men.
A young Japanese girl won.
After the racing, the Forging came next.
In this section, Harry saw some Goblins and what he though were Vampires, mixed in with the humans. Harry knew for a fact, that no one but the Goblins were going to win.
From what he had read, nothing was better than a Goblin made weapon. And anyone going up against the Goblins, would lose pathetically.
Harry just wished he could know about the magic Goblins used. Because the winner, had forged some sort of scythe that released large bursts of power when swung a certain way. So not only was in beautifully crafted, but it was also a magical weapon. A very powerful one, from the looks of it.
The Goblin's name was Snarktooth and his fellow Goblins all patted him on the back for his victory. Harry clapped, because he liked Goblins and he was glad that the Goblins were getting good recognition in places that weren't Britain.
The next game took a bit of time to prepare, but Harry wasn't shocked why. Dragon Taming. Such things were supposed to take dozens of wizards to accomplish. How the bloody hell did they think one person could handle it?
After half an hour of setting everything up, which included three large Welsh Greens being brought in and three men preparing themselves, the game began. Whoever completely tamed their dragon first, would win.
Harry gaped when he recognized Charlie Weasley representing Romania. And when he won the men's game, Harry stood up and cheered. Go Weasley!
The women came in next and they had to deal with three Chinese Fireballs. A Russian witch was the most successful. Somehow, she put the dragon to sleep without any injuries acquired for either of them. It was impressive and Harry made note of the spells the others used.
The next games, were something Harry had been looking forward to. He wanted to see what they had to do for Curse-Breaking.
Another person he was shocked to see, was Bill Weasley, who was representing Egypt and the Gringotts branch in Cairo. It was no shock that Bill won.
Each person was given a large sarcophagus to break into and all had the same enchantments and curses on them. Bill showed skill and finesse as he easily disposed of the first several spells and curses. He was able to get through the next few without much issue as well. The last, was difficult for him and he had to fiddle with his wand for several moments, mouth moving quickly as he seems to chant something over the sarcophagus.
After dispelling the large cobra hat finally burst forth from the curse, Bill managed to open the ancient object, revealing medal that was inside.
He was declared the winner and his medal was then engraved.
The women took much longer with their game. Unlike most of the men(sans Bill of course) who had jumped right into it, they all seemed to approach from a different angle. And they did it from a good distance. There were no injuries or casualties in the women's section of the Curse-Breaking Olympic Games. Women were obviously smarter, in that area at least. Except for Bill, once again.
The Transfiguration portion came after that and Harry had never imagined using it for something like that. His thought process was way too two-dimensional. Turning something extremely large, into something very small, wasn't all that hard. One would just be removing space and making everything more compact. However, turning something small into something gigantic, was hard as hell.
Not only did you have to add area, but you also had to details perfect so that they weren't distorted. And then when you add completely changing the physiology of a creäture so that you can turn it into an inanimate object, you get a riddle and a challenge.
Two Spaniards, both male and female, won for Transfiguration. It was impressive and Harry wondered if McGonagall could do that level of Transfiguration.
"Everyone who is here, has to have a Mastery in a particular subject to be considered for the position of representative for their country," Viktor had told him. That meant that Bill and Charlie had Masteries.
Charms came next. Harry never expected to see the little Indonesian girl animate the statue of a dragon and make it growl and breathe fire. She won of course. Her male counterpart was from Chili and he managed to create a large chess set(similar to McGonagall's) and had them play against each other.
Harry found himself holding a deeper appreciation for the core classes at Hogwarts. It seemed that they were a lot more interesting that originally perceived.
The next portion, simply blew Harry's mind. Why? Well, someone he wasn't expecting, had shown up to represent Britain.
None other than Severus Snape, for the Potions section of the Magical Olympics. Harry knew instantly that the dark man would win. How could he not? He was a genius, even if he was a tosser some of the time. And if Snape was there, then that meant that he had a Mastery in Potions. Wicked!
Of the ten men that had gathered, only Snape had managed to brew the Draught of the Living Death, properly. He had also finished the fastest and unlike the other men, he did not use a book. Also, Harry noticed that his movements when cutting certain parts, were different. He did a lot of crushing instead of cutting like the others did. Harry wondered if that was what made his potion work.
According to Viktor, the Draught of the Living Death took skill to make. Only two Potions Masters in Britain could brew it, making them two out of the only five in the world who could do it correctly.
Harry marveled at his favorite professor's skills. Did Snape even know how amazing he was? Did anyone ever bother to see how amazing he was?
None of the females in the same game, could brew the potion. Snape took in a pure gold medal that was engraved to him and bowed to the judges. He then swept from the stadium, robes billowing as he went. A flair for dramatic exits, most definitely.
Harry resolved to send the man a gift in congratulations for his victory. He deserved it.
Harry pretty much bounced in his seat all through the Dueling. The curses and attacks were amazing. He found himself curing the British Ministry. Spain did not label things as 'dark', so Dark Magic was allowed. And boy did the competitors utilize it to the best of their ability. Though he noticed that none of them performed nonverbally or wandlessly. Was it really that rare of a thing?
Viktor conjured a notepad for Harry and Harry was able to take down the names of spells and curses he heard and saw used. With a spelled quill(also done by Viktor) he managed to get color details and effects that had.
The Dueling was like a tournament and soon, only one man was standing. He was from Canada.
The women were a lot more dirty. They aimed for hair and skirts or dresses. They used nasty hexes that made others ugly. It was basically a cat fight with wands.
An American girl won that portion. She grinned broadly at her victory. Even though she was missing two teeth, her nose was broken, her clothes shredded and her hair was partially scorched off, she was smiling in pride. Very admirable of her. Obviously, she didn't think her looks more important than the duel. Unlike some of the other girls did, apparently.
She was a good example of a witch. And she was also very lucky that magic could fix pretty much everything that was wrong.
Harry refused to remember the Necromancy portion. It was creepy and gave him chills. He pushed it from his mind altogether.
Healing was a much more interesting field of study. Harry wondered if maybe he should learn some basic Healing just in case. It could helpful at some point in his life. Maybe.
Legilimency and Occlumency where bother pretty boring, but a lot of people seemed intrigued over the prospects involved. Harry felt that he didn't understand enough about either to fully get the gist of everything.
Harry liked watching the martial arts portion. He always thought it was cool, being able to do all those jumps and flips. He wished he could do all of that.
The teen energetically pointed at moves and Viktor just chuckled at his excitement. Harry had seen Dudley play Mortal Kombat once and since then, he was hooked.
Looking to Viktor, Harry smiled brightly. "This is great Viktor. Did you see that last move?"
The large Bulgarian leaned forward to give Harry a small kiss and the teen flushed at the contact.
"Yes."
Trying to still the redness in his cheeks, Harry turned back to the fighting, wishing that he knew how to fight like that. Flinging spells and curses and knowing how to manipulate your magic was one thing, but a lot of magicals forget their physical health in favor of their magic. And if they ever came a time where their magic couldn't be used, they'd be dead. Harry didn't want to ever be weak, if a time came where he couldn't use his magic in any way.
Maybe he should sign up for muggle Karate classes or something. He had a month till school after all. What could he learn in that time frame?
Archery was an interesting challenge. Out of the men, a small Taiwanese boy, barely old enough to be in the games, won. Out of the women, a young Mexican girl dominated the other women in no time at all.
Harry was impressed overall. The women seemed to put up just as much fight as the men, which was good. They had fire. They had a will to win their battles.
When it was all said and done, it had taken ten hours with five intermissions and even a few songs by the Weird Sisters, before everything had ended. Harry decided that he liked the M.O..
Gripping his notepad and looking at the list of spells he had accumulated, he grinned. He was so going to be better at Defense with them!
After stashing the remaining marzipan into his expandable bag, Harry was finally ready to leave.
The cheers or the spectators surrounded the stadium as he and Viktor made their way toward the exits.
"Viktor, this was fun to watch, as it was to learn. I got good food, a good time, examples on how certain professions work and a long list of spells and curses to practice. This was awesome! Thank you!"
"I'm glad yoo had fun."
Once they were clear from other people, Viktor wrapped his arms around the teen and Apparated to the gate of the Shrieking Shack.
"Let's go," Viktor said, pulling Harry along the road toward Hogsmeade.
"It's almost midnight," Harry murmured after casting a wandless Tempus.
Viktor hummed in agreement. "I told your godfather that yoo vould be back around this time. He should be waiting for yoo."
Harry grinned, "I can't wait until I can Apparate legally."
At Viktor's accusing look, he sputtered, "Not that I'm doing it illegally at any time of course!"
"Sure."
Harry stuck his tongue out as they walked, Viktor's arm around his shoulders.
"Viktor, have you always been interested in the same sex, or am I like, the first one you've felt, you know…"
The Bulgarian looked ahead as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Vell, I haven't really given it much thought. Most people only vant me for fame and vealth. I didn't care about people until yoo showed that you didn't care. Yoo didn't even know me. Yoo're different and that's vat made me vant to learn more about yoo. And yoo are truly great, Harry."
The Boy-Who-Lived, flushed. "Well, I think you're great too. Very sweet, for such a big, burly Bulgarian that is."
He received a chuckle in return and Viktor patted his head.
They finally reached the Three Broomsticks, where Remus was sitting on the bench outside. He looked at then with a small smile and nodded his head, before turning to look at the street.
Viktor took that chance to give Harry another flush bringing kiss. They parted and Harry murmured a small, 'thank you', while promising to send him a letter later on. Viktor bowed and Disapparated away.
Remus looked at Harry with a knowing smile. "So, you had fun?"
"Yes," Harry mumbled. "Anyway, Moony, guess where he took me?!"
"I don't know cub, where?" Remus asked as he took a hold of Harry's hand.
"The Magical Olympics!"
Remus's brow arched upward quickly. "Really? And you enjoyed yourself, I take it?"
"Very much. I have a list of spells to practice and bag full of marzipan to eat too!"
They Apparated to the park outside Grimmauld Place.
"Bill and Charlie Weasley competed," Harry told his godfather.
"Really? How did they fare?"
"They won, of course. Snape was there too. He won as well. Can we go to Diagon tomorrow so I can get him a celebratory gift?"
Remus smiled, "Sure."
Hadrian,
That is quite the number of titles you have there, will you be able to handle them all?
You have a good query. How many muggleborns are from a squib parent? Squibs are only born to pureblood families you see. They are still purebloods however, though some refuse to acknowledge that fact. Perhaps if they didn't resort to inbreeding, squibs would never have come to be.
There are many other pureblood families in the magical world. They are not centered in just Britain. To be honest, I find the pureblood families of Britain to mostly be lacking basic intellect. Even with the most obvious decision or choice in front of them, if they wish to keep their lines 'pure', they cannot seem to comprehend it. Foolishness.
So you are a pureblood. Many purebloods would claim that-that is the reason your mother and you are such good magicals, but then I think of the Granger girl. She obviously refutes any possibility that only purebloods can have skill and intelligence. Do you plan to inform the wizarding world about your 'pure' blood or will you just let them keep believing what they wish?
I am saddened to learn of my diary's demise. There is a slight bit of annoyance and a great amount of embarrassment as well. Truly, if Tom had wanted you out of the way, a simple stunner would have worked wonders. He had your wand and you had no other defenses. I detest having to admit this, but I was most surely a cocky teenager and it showed in your confrontation with Tom.
Though of course you must remember that things weren't as simple back in the 40s. Stunners weren't invented until the late 60s, if I recall correctly. Still, there are many ways Tom could have utilized to his advantage in order to silence you.
So, you are actually agreeable to the thought of me torturing Lucius, are you? How devious, little lord.
I am not a pervert or any other sort of egregiously outlandish and insulting terms you can come up with. I am how I am and nothing more.
Frottage is French, little lord. It means 'to touch or rub against someone in order to obtain sexual gratification'. I am curious to learn where you heard such a term. Also, amazing how you charmed your letter to yell the word in my face.
I hope you enjoy your Latin lessons. Latin is the mother language for many other languages. If you learn it, learning other languages will not be so difficult for you.
I am not old. Dumbledore was born in the eighteen hundreds. He is old. I am well seasoned.
I do have experience in many things. Perhaps I shall demonstrate for you, one day.
Yes, Ancient Runes was a very good class for me. I may assist you at some point, if you feel you need it, that is.
I think it is time for me to explain the reason behind my attempt to kill you on Samhain all those years ago.
There was a prophecy made and at that point in time, only two people fit it. You and the Longbottom Heir.
I had decided to go after you long before finding out about your date of birth, because you were a halfblood, or so I thought, and you and I had more in common that way.
The part of the prophecy I know, is, 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him. Born as the seventh month dies.'
Once you were born, the day after the Longbottom Heir was born, I knew you were the one. I resolved to find you and deal with you, so that you couldn't be a threat to my plans.
I am surprised that Dumbledore has not told you about the prophecy. Maybe this will factor into his manipulations in some form.
I feel that you should look into the Muggle Studies course at Hogwarts. I think they are severely behind the times with it and it would help if you could propose a change in the course. If the purebloods and halfbloods who grew up in the wizarding world were to see how advanced the muggles have become, they may want to learn more and have some actual respect for them. Just a suggestion for you.
Looking forward to your reply.
Yours,
Marvolo Slytherin.
Lord of the Most Ancient House of Slytherin.
Lord of the Most Ancient House of Peverell.
Lord of the Most Ancient House of Gaunt.
A/N: Another one, done! *NOTE* I found out that I'm not confusing 'where' and 'were'. Every time I type 'were' into the google doc, and then press the space bar, it immediately changes the word to 'where'. I don't know how to fix it. So, if you see a 'where' and it was supposed to be a 'were' or vice versa, disregard it please. I do not have a beta and am doing my best.
*NOTE* I have never seen anyone have the Magical Olympics. I'd like to assume that I am the only person to have done it, therefore, I would like to take credit. If someone has read a story where it specifically says, 'Magical Olympics', please let me know the name of the story and I shall retract my claim. Until then, it is my idea. There have been some concerns expressed and I've checked every Harry Potter story regarding Olympics and none of them called it the 'M.O.' or Magical Olympics, therefore, 'Magical Olympics' is still my idea. Some may say, 'Hogwarts Olympics' or just 'Olympics' but they are not 'Magical Olympics'. I checked over 200 stories(the list was fucking long) and none of them said 'Magical Olympics'.
To...Nothappyreader... congratulations on your diatribe. Whether you can tell or not, all the previous 'criticizers' are flamers. There's a difference between saying, 'this story needs a little more originality' than saying, 'this story is fucking shit you suck'. Learn the difference. And since you are a coward and you can't receive a PM from me, I'll make this clear. You are worthless. Your words are nothing new. You have no style or courage and if you want to flame someone, make sure you know how to properly write your flame. You seem like an uneducated fool.
Anyone else notice that only guests flame me? Maybe I should disable the guest reviewing section. Maybe then they'd have the balls to leave a review under an actual name.
How was it? Let me know in a constructive, respectful manner, please? To the flamers, fuck you!
Check out my other Harry Potter stories. Surge de Hydra(SLASH, complete) Tom/Harry. It's Okay Now(SLASH, ongoing) Tom/Harry/Draco. Friend or More?(SLASH, ongoing) Tom/Harry. Her Eyes(ongoing) femHarry/Snape. What's in a Name?(ongoing) femHarry/Tom, The Lonely(SLASH, ongoing) Harry/Cedric and Harry Potter and the Vampire's Ring(SLASH, ongoing) Harry/Severus.
See ya! :)