A Different Life
Summary: They all thought Lily was Light. She wasn't. She was in love with the Dark Lord, and gave birth to his son. Now Erus Riddle is growing up, showing just how evil the son of Lord Voldemort can be. Of course, the Light doesn't know that fact. Yaoi.
Spoilers: Not so many. You need to know about Chamber of Secrets and Horocruxes. It's good if you've read all seven books though.
Pairing/s: NoirErus, SiriusSeverus
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong rightfully to Mrs Rowling; I just borrow them for the time being. Although some of the characters are mine, those you don't recognize from the books of course.
Other notes: Hermione is not Hermione. She is Cynthia, a girl who loves reading and hates Dumbledore. Harry's real, and full name is Erus Sicarius Salazar Riddle.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Parseltongue"
Visions
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Enjoy chapter thirty-one!
Warnings: Not much. A bit of angst.
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Chapter Thirty-One: Vision
Belladonna was greeted like a queen as she returned to the carriage. She smiled and managed to get to Erus quickly.
"Thanks," she said. "Wouldn't have known what to do without you."
"No problem," Erus said. "You did a splendid job."
"Who knew Petrificus Totalus was that good?" she said with a smirk.
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Dumbledore was pacing his office. Moody had given him disturbing news. Erus Riddle and the little tournament the Santuario school had arranged between its students. How the teen acted, how he was, how the students saw him. He was too strong. Far too strong to be allowed to be alive. He could grow into a new Dark Lord once Voldemort was gone.
Yes, Dumbledore believed he could make Voldemort disappear. And he had the perfect weapon for it.
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Erus had not liked the Hogwarts headmaster from the beginning even without his father's warnings. The man had eyes that told he was darker than he let people see. Of course he never showed that side until it came to do what was 'for the greater good'. Erus hated that sentence.
The teen looked at Dumbledore and wondered why the hell he looked so satisfied. Erus glanced around the Great Hall. Wait a minute… the same satisfied look was on Longbottom's face as well.
What was going on?
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Severus was seething. His hands clenched and unclenched as he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to throw something into the wall. Dumbledore wanted to bait Voldemort into coming to a place where instant anti-Apparation wards could be placed and where the one destined to kill the Dark Lord would wait for the man.
He wanted Severus to plant the bait. He wanted Bill Weasley to get the wards up. Only problem was that Bill Weasley had not been able to contact for a while. He had sent out Order members to get the goblins to tell them. The man was completely mad. Out of his mind. Goblins did not tell anything if they did not feel like it.
And he wanted Erus dead! Moody had agreed, saying the teen had been too alike a dark leader to be kept alive! The two wanted to start planning the teen's death. The other Order members were not as sure, though Molly and Arthur agreed to a point, saying Erus had probably manipulated their poor Fred and George into believing he was nice. Only their little Ronnie saw the truth.
Severus had already told Voldemort all this, sent him a copy of the memory as well. The man would not react well. He would want Erus pulled out, but the potions master knew Erus would stay exactly where he was. The teen was too stubborn and he wanted to be here.
The man rubbed his wrist absently as he began to pace. There were too many people in the castle who would protect Erus. With the smallest signs of the child being hurt, Remus would live up to his role as a fierce werewolf. Poppy would heal any damages, and Minerva would probably try turning Dumbledore into a rat she could eat up in her Animagus-form.
He only hoped it would be enough.
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"You want me to go to Hogwarts?"
Voldemort peered up at Sirius.
"Yes," the Dark Lord said. "I know I have enough people, but I wish to show Dumbledore he can't mess with me."
"So what will I be to Erus?"
"Personal guard if you like. A servant of sorts."
"Famulus?"
"Yes, you can be him."
Sirius shrugged and continued:
"I'll go, if it makes you feel better."
"Alright," Voldemort said, a bit relieved. He was still pissed off about the old man's crazy plans but at least he was getting a bit calmer. An hour ago, he had killed off four prisoners and figured that might have been a factor for his calmness. "I'll start making the arrangements."
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Erus got a letter from his father the following day. He frowned; it was unusual for him to send letters. They usually spoke through the mirror. Nonetheless, he opened it while being watched by his friends curiously. He could feel Curiosus' presence behind him, he was invisible of course, and looked over at Cynthia who sat opposite of him. She shrugged a bit and said quietly:
"He's curious, that's all."
"Can he read?" Erus asked.
"I never asked him. Maybe."
Considering he was probably going to tell them what the letter said, he let Curiosus hover behind him. A few minutes later he put it down with a puzzled expression.
"Dad's paranoid," he declared.
"How so?" Nikolaj asked quietly.
"You've met Famulus, right?" Erus asked.
"The one meeting you when you go home, the guy who went with you when we shopped for Christmas last year? Yes."
"Well, he's coming here," the teen said and looked over the letter again. "Dad sent him. He will arrive at four in the afternoon, dad has already made it clear with all the ones it concerns and the rest can go to hell for all he cares."
"He's just protective," Stella said and looked at him. "That's not so bad."
"True," Erus confessed. "Well, I don't have any classes then so I'll go and meet him at four."
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Sirius stepped inside, pretending to be very unsure of himself. He looked around at the Entrance Hall although he had worked here for years and gone to school here for years. He had a feeling Hogwarts was giggling at him and praising him for his good acting of looking like he had never been to the school before.
Once he saw James coming walking down with his son in tow Sirius wanted to sneer but held himself. He only hoped he did not look too much alike his old self. Today he was dressed in dragon-hide boots, leather pants, a white loose shirt and a tight black vest over that. He wore a travelling cloak over his shoulders with a silver broach holding it together. His hair was loose and falling down his shoulders to end around his waist. Damn Bellatrix enjoyed playing with the length of his hair. Sirius only hoped Severus would not mind the length as it was now.
James looked at him and said with a small sneer on his face:
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"Forgive my rude manners, sir and young sir," Sirius said, as if he had insulted them when in realit he had not said a word, and bowed deep. "I am called Famulus Provectus and am here on the behalf of my young master Erus Riddle."
James' nostrils flared. That damn boy had everything it seemed. He just did not expect slaves.
"Are you a slave to him or what?" the man asked.
Sirius looked up, pretending to look offended and said:
"No, my good sir. I am no slave, for that young master has said himself. He treats me as a human should be treated, and wishes nothing more but my company. His father saved me from a horrible death and as a sign of gratitude I will protect his son."
"Famulus!"
He straightened up immediately and James looked behind himself. Dennis sneered at the black-haired man. Sirius pretended not to notice.
Erus came walking with a smile and said:
"I thought my father had gone mad. There is no reason for you to be here, although I don't appreciate it. Do you have everything you need with you?"
"Good evening young master and yes I have," Sirius said, stifling his chuckles at the enraged sight of James Potter. "Shall we go and alert the headmaster of the school that I have arrived?"
"No, my father sent a letter. Let's go; I want you to meet the head of house I had when I was here at Hogwarts," Erus said. Sirius succeeded making his eagerness look like curiosity.
Erus led the way to Sirius' lover, and the man was quick to follow.
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Severus looked up as Erus entered. Sirius poked his head in a moment later and said:
"Hi there. Just so you know I never really liked your office. Can't you at least pick those horrid jars with whatever-the-hell-it-is away?"
"It scares the students," Severus said as he rose up, "so no. Get inside."
"Is this the point where I go away and let the love-birds be for themselves?" Erus asked with a roll of his eyes. "Be nice to him, Sev; he managed to fool Potter."
"Did you now?" the potions master asked as he gently got the travelling cloak off.
Seeing they did no longer notice the raven-haired teen, Erus shook his head and closed the door.
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"So the teacher's pet is all alone now, huh?"
Erus wanted to groan when he heard the voice and turned around. Weasley stood and smiled maliciously at him.
"What ever have I done in my past life to deserve your whining?" Erus asked and looked around. "Well, it seems I will be only hearing your whining today. Where are your whining-mates?"
Ron blushed heavily and Erus sighed.
"Listen, I'm not up for a fight, verbal or physical," the teen said and looked at the redheaded one. "So let's just ignore each other and continue."
"Fat chance," Weasley said and whipped out his wand. Erus' eyes darkened.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said.
"Stupefy!"
Erus threw it away and it crashed into the wall. He turned his hand towards Ron, palm turned to the teen and said:
"Last warning."
Ron sneered; he was not going to back off. Erus sighed; he did not want to attack the teen because that would create some problems. He lowered his hand as Ron raised his wand again. Luckily, the raven-haired teen was saved:
"Mr Weasley!"
Minerva McGonagall came stalking towards them and continued:
"Put down your wand this instant or you will be very sorry, Mr Weasley!"
Ron did so quickly; he still had the conversation about the time he insulted one of the Santuario students fresh in his head. He never thought his head of house could be that angry. But now she looked livid.
"We are going to the headmaster," she said and grabbed his arm. "And 50 points from Gryffindor, yes from my own house and there will be detention as well unless you shape up and act your age! I'm sorry Mr Riddle; you continue your walk."
"Thank you, professor McGonagall," Erus said with a small nod and walked away. He heard the woman's stern voice as she dragged one Ron Weasley off to see Dumbledore and could not help but smirk. That redhead was in for it now…
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Erus did not know what the hell was wrong with him, but he had no wish to go to sleep. He should be tired, he had had DADA and Necromancy this Friday and it had been no easy classes. Both of them were final year for him and therefore Lamia pushed him to the limit while Invisus did it instead of Mircleia in her absent.
He turned to his side and tried to relax. His body was sore, sluggish and wanted to sleep but his brain refused to shut down.
He heard Abel's and Cain's calm breathing in the room and the slight hissing from Vates. He stroke the scaly head gently, the coolness seeping into his fingers comforting. He yawned and blinked drowsily. His brain was still going overload but his body was become too tired too fast to keep up with the brain. And soon, he slept… for a little while at least.
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Erus stood up on shaky legs. Something was wrong, very wrong. Everything seemed wrong. He looked around; where was he? He had no idea where he was. His body felt strange, weak, his nerves on fire, afraid, he was so afraid. But why? What did he fear for? Who did he fear for? What was going on?
Light of spells suddenly filled the air, Crucios, Avada Kedavra, Stupefies… the colour blinded him and he whipped around, trying to find who, what, why. He was disoriented, almost did not know up from down. A scream filled the air, making his cold heart stop. Blood stopped flowing it felt like, his vampire-senses making everything so slow as he turned around.
His eyes widened. Horror filled them. He thought he screamed as well; it tore out from his chest and his mind went blank.
Neville Longbottom standing with his head high, a grin on his lips as he lowered the wand. Voldemort's body hit the ground, lifeless red eyes staring up at the skies. No, no, no, no, no he was not dead! His father was not dead! The teen's thoughts were in a mess at the sight of the body.
"You didn't know, filthy son of the dark?!" Longbottom screamed in glee. Erus' red eyes looked at Neville. The teen did not see the dangerous glint in the teen's eyes and continued with laughter in his voice, "I was the one, Riddle! I was the one destined to kill the Dark Lord! And now I have! I've killed your lord, your leader! I will be famous and you all will die!"
Erus' screams woke them all up.
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Maria ran into the room, wand held out, ready to fight. The sight that met her, however, made her blood run cold.
Abel and Cain tried to restrained a screaming Erus onto the floor; the teen was clawing at his eyes, leaving red marks behind. She saw fangs in his mouth, vampire, he's part vampire he must be, but could not bring herself to care at the moment. Instead she ran forward and tried to Stun the child.
Erus' magic threw it off and his eyes turned red. Others crashed into the room and Maria saw although the eyes were red on the teen they were also a bit dull.
Her heart stopped. Vision. A simply vision was making him loose it.
Stella seemed to have come to the same conclusion and ran forward. She swatted the twins away, took Erus' trashing head in her hands and screamed into his face:
"Wake up!"
As if her scream had killed him, Erus' body went still within a moment. The only sign that he was alive was due to the slight rise of his chest. Stella looked into his eyes; they appeared dead and she whispered:
"What did you See?"
Erus did not answer.
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"I'm sorry for calling you in the middle of the night," Maria apologized but Severus waved it off hurriedly.
"If it's about Erus, I would have been more upset had you not called me," the potions master said. Sirius trailed close behind him and moved walked before the teacher into the room Erus was sharing with the Bellow twins. Severus moved to get in as well when Maria stopped him.
"What?" He was not in a mood to talk to her right now.
"Whatever you do," she said. "Make sure he's okay. We got a bunch of kids here that were scared half to death with his screams. And if it's possible could Abel and Cain see him first?"
Severus looked over at the Bellow twins and saw one of them hugging the other close. He had no idea how to separate the two; they were just like the Weasleys twins when it came to identical looks, so he did not even try. But he nodded and said:
"Of course."
She let him walk in and closed the door. Severus turned to the bed where his godson was.
Sirius was sitting on the bed and was looking at Erus worriedly. Vates slithered up on the Black's shoulders but Sirius did no longer complain when the Basilisk did that. And now he was too busy trying to make Erus react.
Said teen was staring out somewhere, his eyes glassy and unemotional. His body was turned to its side, one of his hands resting near his face. Severus walked forward.
"He's had a vision," Severus said. "But this severe… I can't believe it."
"What should we do?" Sirius asked his lover.
"Make him wake up, first of all," Severus said. "Sirius, get Tom here."
The Black took out the shrunken mirror from the necklace and moved away as Severus sat down. He heard Sirius call through the mirror but focused on Erus. He gently strokes the black hair, knowing touch calmed him down. He moved his thumb over the teen's cheek while the other one gently began to move Erus from his lying position. Voldemort would no doubt want to hold him close as soon as he came, and Severus was going to make it easier for the man to reach his son.
The wave of magic alerted him Voldemort had entered the room through the mirror. The hatred and anger surrounding them a moment later told the both black-haired men their lord was very angry.
Severus looked back and now slowly got up. He was holding Erus' limp body in his arms. Despite Erus being fourteen, they still managed to carry him if they wished to. Voldemort stepped up and took the teen away from the potions master.
"What the hell happened?" he growled out.
"They said he had a vision," Severus said. "Maria, the headmistress, said she had entered the room to see Erus screaming. Stella told him to wake up and since then he's been that way. That was twenty minutes ago."
Voldemort looked down at his son's face and closed his eyes, willing the anger away, thinking of his son, thinking of his love for his son. His child… his family.
Erus' eyes slowly gained back the usual deep emerald colour as the calming magic surrounded his very being, warming him up. His heart beat faster, more like a human's, his blood rushed to his cold limbs and he blinked.
Seeing his father's face, seeing his father alive, Erus did the only thing that made sense for him.
He started to cry.
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The sob took them all by surprise. Voldemort sat down as Erus wound his arms around him tightly. The teen slid his body so he could trap his father the best he could, hanging onto the man tightly, almost too tightly. Voldemort's only conclusion was the vision had been about him… right?
"Erus?" he asked.
The teen shook his head, tightening his arms before sliding his legs around the man's middle and squeezed. His tears were soaked up by Voldemort's shirt.
"Erus, tell me what you saw."
"It won't happen!" Erus screamed. "I won't let it happen!"
"My child, then tell me what you saw and I will help you."
Erus began whimpering and started crying harder. After a few moments he managed to get out:
"I… I won't let you die, dad."
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Abel and Cain entered the room carefully, edgy. Voldemort smiled weakly at them and said:
"He's almost asleep if you don't mind. The vision took a lot out of him."
They both sat down at Erus' bed, nodding slowly. The man stroke Erus' forehead before getting up carefully and moving towards Severus and Sirius. He was going to discuss what to do briefly but would not leave the room. Not yet. He could not, not until he saw his son was comfortable.
Abel trapped Cain with his arm as the twin began to shake slightly. They had never seen Erus looking so pale and sick before. He was lying limply on the bed, looking like he had been to hell and back. Abel gently cooed to Cain, something he had not done for so many years, to calm his brother down. Cain did not like seeing sick or injured people. He never had.
"Guys?"
The two looked at Erus, and his exhausted emerald eyes looked back at them. He saw their terror in their eyes and knew they must have seen him having his vision. He gently reached over and took Cain's hand in his own.
"I was scared," Erus said quietly, "and felt both sorrow and anger. It caused my bodily reaction. You guys tried to calm me down?"
The two nodded.
"Thanks," the teen said. "I'm feeling better now though. Just very tired."
They could not speak. Instead Cain gave out the smallest of whimpers before embracing Erus. The raven-haired teen was a bit surprised but then smiled and brought his own arms around the teen. Abel hesitated only for a moment before doing the same.
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When Voldemort looked back he was met by a bit of a surprising sight. The three teens had given in to their exhaustion but Abel and Cain had not removed themselves from his son's bed. Instead they had made themselves comfortable in Erus bed with said teen trapped between them. A soft knock came on the door and Sirius opened.
Belladonna and Stella looked into the room with Joseph yawning behind them yet still managing to look worried. They seemed ready to install themselves in the room. Voldemort shook his head a bit and said:
"Come on in. We should leave so we all can get a few hours rest before tomorrow."
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Draco and Cynthia were down at the carriage before breakfast. Lamia opened the door and waved them in sleepily. He wound his robe tightly around his body, muttered something before falling through the door of what they supposed was his room. They did not care but carefully opened the door that held them away from their brother.
The sight made them smile. Abel and Cain had Erus still trapped in their embrace while Belladonna and Stella had taken over Abel's bed. In Cain's bed Joseph was asleep with Vates sprawled over him. They all appeared to be in deep sleep.
Draco sat down carefully on the end of the bed where the twins had trapped their friend. Abel stirred first. His brow furrowed before one eye opened sleepily.
"Morning," Draco supplied. "We heard what happened. Is he okay?"
Abel looked at the raven-haired teen lying between himself and Cain briefly before replying:
"I think he is. He freaked us out yesterday though."
Erus began to wake up and Abel retreated a bit. He wondered if he should wake up Cain when the redhead began moving. He opened his eyes and eased up without disturbing the teen. Erus yawned but did not open his eyes. The twins moved away so the two Slytherins could take their places. Draco placed himself behind Erus and Cynthia in front.
Abel and Cain gathered their clothes and went to freshen up when Erus' eyes opened. He yawned once more and looked at Cynthia first. He turned his head and locked gaze with Draco.
"Hi," he said quietly.
"You like to scare us," Draco whined and pushed his forehead against Erus' shoulder. "Don't do that; it's bad for my nerves!"
"Sorry," Erus said. "Um, can I get up?"
Draco let him and they watched their brother sit up and rolling his shoulders. Draco sat up behind him and gently began to knead the tense muscles in Erus' back. The raven-haired teen grunted softly in the small pain he felt. He felt his vampire blood rush to help easing the stiffness and relaxed as the knots were removed with both help of his heritage and Draco's light massage.
Within a few minutes, he was strong enough to get up. He stretched his back and then looked around for clothes. Now the others began to wake up. Stella looked over at them sleepily, Belladonna's arm heavy over her waist. The older girl seemed to have tossed around, hence the arm over the younger one.
Stella got up quickly enough though to rush forward and ask if Erus was alright.
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Erus felt he had to say 'I'm fine' at least a few hundred times during the day. Everyone he knew had come up, and Severus along with Sirius had fussed over him whenever Maria, Lamia and Invisus did not do it. Draco and Cynthia had already made sure he was alright, so they let him off the hook… a bit. Abel and Cain were pretty calmed down by morning so he did not have them hovering around him either. But the Russian twins, Stella, Belladonna, even Joseph the lazy bastard, the Weasley twins and many from Slytherins had not seen he was really alright and therefore had kept him occupied most of the day.
And of course his father had told Noir, so the vampire had managed to get in contact with him, shrieking and telling him if he did not lay off with the stunts the vampire leader would kidnap him away from there. To which Erus had irritably informed a vision was not a stunt, and he would like to see Noir trying to kidnap him. Noir had threatened to Apparate to Hogwarts right at that moment and the teen had to give in, as he had no wish for the vampire to barge in and get in trouble.
When he fell to bed that night, he was exhausted and he fell asleep before he even could say goodnight to the Bellow twins.
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Voldemort paced his office. Erus' vision still nagged at his mind. He thought back of all the other visions; in a way they had all happened.
Would this one happen as well? Would Voldemort die? Somehow, the man did not want to know the answer.
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Erus was in deep thought and Madam Pince saw that. She did not try to pry information from him though but let him sit in his bubble and think. It was Monday morning, their usual meeting time. As Erus always had worked away almost the whole Monday he spent an hour or two with her in her small office.
"Do you believe in destiny?" Erus suddenly asked.
"Destiny? Everything will happen according to something we can't control?" she said as she put down her cup of tea. Erus nodded, looking at her. "No… I don't believe in that."
"You don't?"
"I can give you an example. Visions. I know you suffer from them, and I presume you have been warned about the future's constant moving?"
He nodded.
"Good. Never fully believe in visions, Erus," she said and waved her finger in warning. "If you do, you will fail in life, you will only feel sorrow and pain. Visions that happen years later are never certain. Have you had a vision where something bad happens, something so bad so felt you died inside?"
Wide-eyed, he nodded again. She looked at him with… understanding?
"I was an Auror in training before," she said quietly. "We had a Seer among us, and everyone believed in her visions to the very end. What she saw happened. I had no choice but agree, since it was all against me. And then it happened; her vision was different from reality, and I lost something precious for that petty mistake."
"What did you loose?" he asked.
"My husband. He was two years older than me, 21, and had a long life ahead of him," Madam Pince said. "I can't forgive that Seer for falling for the others. Seers are taught that the future always, always changes, even though it may be a small change from the real one."
Now when Erus thought about it, he realized his major visions and the reality was always a bit different. Because of his… because of his actions to prevent it.
"The vision I had," Erus said slowly, "when it felt like I would die inside… it was of my father getting brutally murdered."
"When was the vision supposed to happen?" she asked with wide eyes.
"Sometime next year," he said and looked at her. "Near the summer. But I'm not going to let it happen. Because I know who killed him. So I just need to stop that person."
"Killing that person?" she asked.
"Not necessarily," he said. "Just stop him."
"What will you do to stop him?"
"I have to gather some serious amount of information first," the teen said. "I need to find out a lot of things before I can see some sense in this mess."
Madam Pince smiled and took up her cup again.
"You are different from the Seers I know," she said. "They just sit back and let the future unfold; you fight with all you have to stop it."
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Belladonna was the one to find Erus pouring over books with… prophecies?
"Erus?" she asked.
He looked up, bewildered before he recognized her. Then he grinned and said:
"You couldn't have arrived at a better time."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I need some help and I don't think I can get it from my friends without scaring the shit out of them."
"What do you want help with?" she asked as she sat down.
"Finding a prophecy read by Sybill Trelawney. What happens after that depends, but I do think it will involve killing."
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Dumbledore was not sure of what was going on, but the sight of Erus looking so pleased was rather frightening. He did not look at anyone special in the hall and did not seem to answer his friends as they asked him what he was so happy about.
The head master did not want Erus in Hogwarts but could not force him out. And the headmistress from Santuario seemed to like Erus too much to stand someone talking evil about the teen. The teen was evil though, and if he had to Dumbledore would bank it into her skull.
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It was very, very unusual for Rockwood, an Unspeakable under Voldemort's orders, to receive a letter from his lord's son. Curious though, he checked it for curses, jinxes or poisons and the like before opening it. The message was short, clear and more than a bit frightening:
Rockwood,
I need a favour but under no circumstances can you tell my father; I will deal with it later. You are to find a prophecy in the Department of Mysterious that Sybill Trelawney made back 1980. The witness is Albus Dumbledore.
And, don't fail. This prophecy may concern whether my father will live or not.
There was no name signed but Rockwood would probably have cursed the teen if he had indeed left his name. He recognized the handwriting, and the small symbol on the letter; a small snake drawn along his name. Erus did so to identify himself for Death Eaters without revealing his name.
Rockwood burned the small letter and then strode off towards the elevators. His shift was soon on; Erus had a good timing.
'Let us now find a little prophecy made by a hag and witnessed by the old bastard…'
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It was two weeks from Christmas holidays when Erus got a package carried by his faithful Hedwig. She dropped the package next to his plate and landed on his shoulder. Vates hissed a bit and looked at the owl sleepily before dropping his head back and curling up underneath Erus' shirt. The raven-haired teen fed Hedwig some bacon and scratched her feathers the way she liked it.
She burrowed up proudly and with one last hoot took off. Erus looked at the package and carefully opened a bit so he could peek inside. As he saw what it was, a rather frightening smile came upon his lips.
"What is it?" Cynthia asked.
"Oh, something I ordered. It's a secret though; you will see it sometime later."
"No fair," she said. "Is it something special?"
"Something valuable?" Draco asked.
"Something dangerous?" Miles asked excitedly.
"Hmmm… a bit of all three I think," Erus said, leaving them all speechless.
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Sirius gnawed on his nails and said:
"You sure you aren't telling your dad about this?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Erus said. "I will tell him when I know for certain. And you can't tell anyone either, okay?"
"Sure, not telling anyone until it's okay for me to tell," Sirius said. "Promise."
"Good. Belladonna and Joseph should join us any minute, and then we can listen on the prophecy."
"Is that the original?"
"Yep," Erus said with a grin. "I owe Rockwood some serious thanks. He snuck it out without anyone noticing."
"Did he now? Pretty good done, considering he was literally in the enemy's lair."
They were seated in a frost-covered meadow in the Forbidden Forest, both dressed in warm cloaks. Erus had the prophecy in a pouch near his body.
The small trees rustled and out came Belladonna, dragging Joseph with her. He yawned widely and plopped down on the ground.
"Well?" the young woman said.
Erus took out the prophecy, and it shone up. A moment later an eerie voice spoke.
Tbc…
Am I evil to stop there? Probably. I haven't decided if it will be the original prophecy or if I have to make up a new one. Maybe you will hear it later.
Chapter 32: Christmas. A bit at Hogwarts, a bit at Voldemort. Erus continues to plan, but what is he planning exactly?
Until later,
Ja,
Tiro