Translations:
Възлюбен is Bulgarian for Beloved or Sweetheart
Chapter 49
Albus and Arianna Dumbledore
Riku's POV
Having Sora as my new boyfriend and having to share him so that he could read to the others at the Colisseum wasn't a good match and so, once I saw that Sora had read the last sentence of the chapter, I had pulled him up and had, out of proper manner, laid my hand under his upper legs, instead of under his ass like I wanted to.
Still the other arm, warmly wrapped around Sora's deliciously strong chest, is enough to keep my libido from acting up too rashly and I let my hand softly caress his side as I walk over to another couch for 2 with feet rests attached. I also nuzzle his delicious, peach colored neck and Sora moans as I softly breath against his skin.
We sit down, but I refuse to let him off of my lap and when I feel him wanting to move, I wrap my arm, previously under his legs, around his lower waist and whisper: "Mine." Causing that peachy skin to turn red in embarrassment. I smile and while my interest for the reading lessens rapidly, do I focus on something I do find very important.
The same skin I was nuzzling minutes before. I lie my head there again and start to kiss and suck at it, making Sora moan and making him lie his head on my shoulders, tilting it just a little to give me better access. Loving his acceptance of my love and attention, I softly bite his skin, sucking at it to lessen the pain before letting go.
I smile in pride at the hickey I left on his skin and Sora, apparently curious as to what I'm looking at, raises his hand to touch the spot. He must feel the bite marks and the red skin as he turns red himself and I whisper: "Mine." In his ear. Sora sighs with a smile and says: "I love you too, Riku." Making me smile at him.
He lies his hand on my cheek, his thumb under my chin and to my shock, he turns my face to where he left the book and says: "But focus on the reading, please. This is the last chapter before we'll get to take a break. Then we can have some fun." I smile at this and while imagining what kind of fun, do I turn back to the reading.
Hades' POV
I hate how that ridiculous little runt of a Keyblade Wielder seems to still have that amazing dark power wrapped around his little finger and growl: "Enjoy it while you can, Little Shorty, he'll soon be gone forever, taken out by the God he so foolishly thought he could insult." And smirk, before I get shocked as the Potter boy says:
"I have a pretty good idea what next chapter will be about, so Lord Hades, you best take this one." I look at the brat confused and he says: "Trust me, you'll like quite a few parts of it. Humiliation, Dark Secrets, Manipulation and – unless I'm mistaken – a framing of an innocent young man." This intrigues me and I say:
"Alright then, I'll read." And I walk over to the book. Lifting it up and wiping the dust it got when Sora dropped it off of it, I sit back and page through it looking for what I last heard. Of course I loved the sound of that little ghost girl, but then the title of the next chapter really gets my attention and with a grin I read
The Very Secret Diary
This causes a lot of sounds of confusion to ring through the area and a young girl with blond curls asks: "But – aren't diaries supposed to be secret?" And Harry answers: "Different kind of secret." With a dark scowl on his face. This makes me tingle with excited interest and I sit up a little straighter as I read on.
Hermione remained … furry face.
The only ones not doing this out of curiosity for rumors, but out of sheer worry were the ones that knew – and loudly proclaimed – that Harry wouldn't let any kind of monster attack his own friends. And Harry and Ron also did something that quickly made the rumor that Hermione was attacked and Petrified be proven wrong
They went to … day's homework. This made the students realize that Hermione couldn't be Petrified or she wouldn't be able to hand in her finished homework.
"That really was a big relief for a lot of us." The young boy named Longbottom tells the Granger girl and he says: "And that it also lowered the amount of students believing Harry to be the Heir of Slytherin, we just saw as a nice bonus." This makes the girl laugh and I shake my head at his weak sense of humor before reading on.
"If I'd …hear her.
"Really?" A tanned boy with the Slytherin signature on his cloak asks and he goes on: "Even when looking like a cat and stuck in the Hospital Wing you wanted to find out about the Monster?" The girl lowers her head and says: "I wanted it gone. I was too afraid to believe it wouldn't come and attack me there, so I wanted it gone.
For that I needed to know what it was, so I would know, even there, how to defend myself. I just – I just didn't want to be scared anymore." Instantly the tanned boy wraps a loving arm around her and whispers: "I understand. Sorry I doubted you, Mi Amore." The girl smiles at him while I have to gag at all that romantic stuff and read on.
"Nothing," said … hundredth time.
Harry rolled his eyes at this. Right at their first meeting in the Hospital Wing, Harry had told them his suspicions and the two had been forced to accept that he had been right, especially about the whole 'suspect the unsuspected' thing; unfortunately had that not brought them anywhere closer to finding out who the Heir could be as they had no one to suspect.
"What's that?" … Smile Award."
Harry could not believe this was happening and for a short second he feared Hermione would get the same disgusting treatment he had to suffer from. Ron looked … of medicine.
"And just so everyone knows, no, I did not sleep with that under my pillow, Lockhart had just visited me an hour before Ron and Harry did and I knew how they felt about the man, so tried to keep the conversation away from him for their sake." The girl then tells us, while I wonder about this supposedly disgusting treatment and read on.
"Is Lockhart … their ears.
"Another attack?" One of the younger years squeaks terrified and an older student comforts him as she says: "No, then the outburst would be shocked and upset, not angered." The young brown-haired student seems relieved, while I turn my eyes skyward at its stupidity and – ignoring the angry glares I get for doing this – I just simply read on.
"That's Filch," … Ron tensely. Harry shook his head. Seeing that Mrs. Norris had been the first victim, Filch would have probably been screaming in shock and terror if it had been another attack, not in anger.
They stood … to Dumbledore –"
Everyone looks shocked at this and I lower the book as I ask: "So let me get this straight. A monster that he knows nothing about and that attacked his cat is lurking around those corridors – and he's that furious over some spilled water?" Some students around me nod and I mutter: "And they call me crazy." Before reading on.
His footsteps … bathroom walls.
"What, was she shocked by his screaming?" One of those with the raven on their chests asks and another answers: "No, I think her wailing caught Filch's attention and when he saw the water, he started screaming, which must have upset her into wailing even more." The first raven nods and I sigh disinterested as I read on.
"Now what's … said Ron. Harry didn't particularly care since the cat-tab incident, but this amount of water had to have a reason.
"Let's go … at you?" He was of course still angry at her, but he had left her and her bathroom alone since Christmas and he really wasn't the kind of guy to attack without being provoked first. And seeing that Myrtle had left them alone after they had left her bathroom, did Harry no longer really have reason to punish her, the water stream had been punishment enough.
"Don't ask … sopping floor and pulling Harry out of his musings. "Here I … thing. Myrtle was obviously too deeply upset to listen to reason. She puffed herself … asked Harry. He didn't like the ghost, but if someone had done it to prank or insult Myrtle, he still felt he had to get payback, if only for all those times he had gone into a girls' bathroom without her telling others about it.
"I don't … the bathroom.
Instantly the little redhead girl seems to whiten in fear, while Harry and Ronald tense in anger. Everyone looks at this confusedly, but then I see the same thin-veiled anger on McGonagall's face and wonder if she might know something about it. Deciding to see if it's in the story, I scrape my throat loudly and read on.
Harry stepped … be dangerous?" Harry didn't believe books could be dangerous, only that the contents could let the readers do dangerous things, so he didn't see the problem. If the book had stuff written in it better left elsewhere, he would just hand it in with McGonagall – even if he still didn't fully trust her.
"You'd be … the floor. He had to admit what Ron told him scared him, but finding out about some evil stuff written in a book and then throwing it away was a dumb move anyway. It was better if he, too, found out what secrets the book had and that he would then report it to McGonagall – or any other teacher he might meet before her.
Harry saw … Harry, disappointed. If the book didn't hold anything inside it, he wouldn't be able to get it confiscated.
"I wonder … Vauxhall Road... " For a second he wondered if a Pureblood might have held the book, finally realized the same and that this was the reason he had thrown it away – what a reason for Harry to hand it in, not.
"Does your brain always overanalyze the situation while you act?" I ask the boy curiously and he says: "I do if my instincts tell me something bad is going on. And Myrtle being attacked with that diary and then flushing half of the floor definitely made my instincts go off." I look at the lad, intrigued with his skills and read on.
"Well, it's … pocketed it. He would find out why someone had thrown the diary away and then he would hand it in to the closest teacher.
Hermione left … found it and what he wanted to do with it.
"Oooh, it … Hogwarts, either." He had already gotten a praise from her for wanting to hand over the diary, so he no longer brought that topic up.
"Could've been … a favor ..."
This shocks the three in question and Harry says: "Just too freaky." And Ron nods, before Hermione says: "But – but that – that can't be. You – you and Ron – you suck at Divinations." To this Remus says: "There are a lot of forms of Seers, Hermione. And some of them only see something very rarely to barely ever."
The girl nods and then asks Harry: "So you – you really heard her –?" Harry nods and one of their year mates, a tanned girl with brown hair asks: "Really heard who? What happened, Harry?" And the pale boy answers: "I heard Trelawney make a Prophesy during my Divinations exam last year." The girl squeals and asks:
"Why didn't you tell us?" And Harry answers: "You weren't around, she didn't believe me, the Prophesy itself was terrifying me and I had Buckbeak and later Sirius to worry about. So in the end I just forgot about it until it was too late." The girl nods, but looks depressed at having missed a prophesy. I shake my head and read on.
But Harry … it excitedly.
Instantly I know what the two are onto and say: "How interesting. So Riddle was around when the Chamber was last opened. Did he perhaps hand over his diary to his heirs and did one of them just decide he had enough of his ancestry or something, thus throwing that diary down the drain?" But Harry grumbles:
"Wish he had done that. Would have made sure he didn't cause all the dangers and troubles he did." This confuses a lot of people and one French girl asks: "So you know who this Riddle person is, Harry?" And the boy mutters: "Only too well, I do." And he rubs his scar, only confusing me further as I read on.
"So?""Oh, … would they?"
"Not badly thought out either. Is that any closer to the truth than my beliefs?" I ask the boy still rubbing his scar and the boy sighs and says: "It is close to the truth, except that Riddle didn't catch the real Heir, he pulled a Pettigrew." This doesn't make me any wiser on what could have happened and I focus back on the book.
"That's a … she said.
"Mss. Granger, did you plan to buy that the entire time?" McGonagall asks and the girl says: "To be honest, yes Professor. I felt as if I had been quite lacking in writing supplies the year before so I made sure I had a single example of every item required and available, including the Revealer." The woman nods and I read on.
She rubbed … Nothing happened, but still Harry's neck hair tingled as he, somehow, felt like he was back in Olivander's.
"You sensed magic coming off of it, Harry?" Hermione asks shocked and the boy answers: "It was more like I – like I felt some form of magic rubbing against the magic of your Revealer, as if it was fighting off the purpose of your Revealer." The girl looks shocked and I feel intrigued as to the magic of the diary as I read on.
"I'm telling … of that. Maybe it was the magic he had felt rubbing off against Hermione's Revealer. It had obviously tried to keep Hermione from knowing what was hidden under it, like Harry hiding under his Invisibility Cloak, and Harry wanted to see what was under that so-called cloak, even if the magic seemed too powerful to be broken.
"Me and my damn determination." Harry then suddenly moans, having gone to sit up with his arms around his legs and he puts his head in his arms as I ask: "Oooh, is it perhaps a bad secret this Riddle keeps hidden from you?" But then I get shocked as the boy looks up and the glare he sends me makes me shiver in hunger for more.
Pure fury, pain and rage storm around in the emerald green depths of the boy's eyes, almost turning them bright neon green in their ferocity and I know that if the boy had used magic to join with his looks and if I had not been immortal and a God, that look could have very well caused me to end up six feet under.
Doing everything I can to suppress a shudder, I keep my look curious and he hisses: "Riddle's secrets and actions rival your forms of evil, Oh Lord of the Dead." I look shocked and he whispers: "Should have used that Lordship over that killing bastard, he should have." This makes me curious as to who this Riddle person is and I read on.
Nevertheless, Harry … about Riddle, if only to possibly find out about what kind of protective magic the boy had used, so, next … every class."
"I, Ronald Billius Weasley, hereby officially take back the words I spoke about Tom Marvolo Riddle and Percival Ignatius Weasley and, through Family Magic of the House of Weasley, Curse whoever tries to say anything like what I said on the seventh of February 1993 about my brother and that man. So I swear, so mote it be."
The boy suddenly shouts and everyone, except Hermione, McGonagall and Harry look at the boy shocked to death. Then Percy asks: "He wasn't like me?" Ron shakes his head and says: "He had the same titles as you, but his behavior couldn't be more far off if he tried." Ron and Harry then share an agreeing glance and I read on.
"You say … hurt voice. Harry knew it was her trust in those with power, but after last year – especially that Dumbledore might have set them up and that Quirrell had tried to kill him – he actually wondered how much of that instinctual trust was still left in the girl.
The sun … fifty years... Harry knew that the monster was some kind of snake, but Madame Pince had set her foot down on what kind of books on animals he could and what kind of books about animals he couldn't read. He was just sure the monster was in one of the books he couldn't read and it bugged him – even with the monster perhaps gone for another half a century.
Ernie Macmillan … Dueling Club.
This makes me smirk, while the boy in question, now a few years older, hits himself on the head as a young blonde with the Ravenclaw symbol on her robe asks: "Weren't you convinced that Harry couldn't be heir when Hermione was in the Hospital Wing?" And the boy looks down, obviously feeling bad as he says:
"I was actually one of the students trying to get a peek at her and I saw her move, so I knew it wasn't the monster. That angered me because my best friend was in there Petrified and his was just moving – that did not come out the way I wanted it." He ends with a cringe as almost the entire House of Hufflepuff looks at him shocked.
Then Sirius turns to Remus and asks: "When did Hufflepuffs motto become that they can only be loyal and caring to and for their own House?" But the other man shrugs, while I love this darker side of loyalty and Remus says: "I just hope Harry won't have to suffer anymore from it when it comes to the future books." To which I read on.
Peeves wasn't … to match. When Harry discovered the twins had helped him with this, he made sure to get back at them for it; at just about every dinner meal in that very week did Harry secretly swap their meals for that of the other, causing them to look at each other confused.
Now I smirk at the innocent way the boy pranked the pranksters and Harry looks at his wand as he says: "What a little Mobilicorpus can't be good for." Making the twins look at him shocked, while their brothers are laughing themselves silly at their gob-smacked faces – especially their younger brother Ronald.
Then one of the twins says: "Oh come on, Harry." And the other goes on: "Yeah, we were just pulling a little prank on you." But Harry says: "Yeah, I know. You should just not use Peeves in your pranks. If you want to prank me, do it to my face." The two look quite chastised by this and I shake my head before reading on.
Gilderoy Lockhart … for Transfiguration.
"Something that really made me want to curse him right out of Hogwarts." The woman in question hisses and Ron asks: "Then why didn't you?" And the woman sighs: "Hogwarts Teacher contracts state that teachers can't curse or expel other teachers. My hands were tied, no matter how annoying that man was."
The students groan and Axel says: "Now that's just rough and unfair. I mean, we're only hearing about him and I already want to throw my Chakrams at him." But to this Harry says: "Well, you could, but it won't do you any good. He's already been punished, you know." The redhead looks excited at this and asks:
"He has? By who?" But Harry smirks, something that really gets my attention as I have already realized that this is a boy you don't want to cross, seeing his witty comments and his entertaining paybacks and the boy says: "By his own stupidity and favorite spell." This catches the interest of all those around and I read on.
"I don't … on them.
Now I see Ron and Harry share a contemplative glance and they quickly put their heads together, as if trying to discuss something. Hating how the spell McGonagall cast doesn't allow us to hear everything the people in the Colisseum say, I grumble and ask: "Will this take long?" But Harry only glances at me shortly before going back to Ron.
I grit my teeth at this, trying not to let my rage get the better of me as I am still in the very small lobby room and then hear Ron whisper: "So … culprit … better … didn't cast…." And Harry nods agreeing, while I wonder if Lockhart coming down hard on someone has to do with this favorite spell he has and I read on.
"You know … strode off. Harry shuddered at the idea and prayed he wouldn't have to be part of it.
"I wasn't, luckily enough. At least not in the way I back then feared." Harry sighs in relief and Remus asks: "So he didn't try what he had been doing with those lessons we read about earlier?" Harry shakes his head and says: "I really helped him learn that lesson." And one of his dorm mates laughs: "Yeah, the nutty way."
Instantly I cringe – purposely ignoring how the Sater does the same – as I realize what Harry must have done. Then I ask: "Care to verify this, so far interesting sounding story?" And the boy in question says: "Lockhart had Harry work along in a lot of reenactments of his written adventures and Harry got sick of that.
Then one time he had to act along when Lockhart captured and wrestled a transformed Werewolf to the ground and because Harry was sick of those sick, perverted moves Lockhart was making onto him – he kicked him in the nuts." And the boy laughs, while Wonderboy and Meg look at the boy in question gob-smacked.
Harry turns red and whispers: "He asked for it. He was moving his leg up to my hips so I stopped him. I had to." But then Remus hugs him and whispers: "Stop making excuses for your actions, cub. He deserved nothing less and we will make him pay as soon as time starts running again." Those around them nod and I read on.
Lockhart's idea … wrong doors.
"That bad?" Sirius asks and Harry thinks for a while before he asks: "You know those gay people with that amazing fascion sense and that brilliant eye on decoration, even with pink and other fluorescent colors?" Sirius nods and the boy states: "Yeah, even they would have keeled over backwards in disgust." We all cringe and I read on.
The walls … blue ceiling.
Everyone shudders, those that must have been there that day worse than the others and Sora says: "Okay, compared to that, the Colisseum, when destroyed, looked better." But then Riku states: "Sora, Malificent's castle in Radiant Garden looks like a fairytale palace compared to that." And while I nod in agreement do I read on.
Harry went … of Skele-Gro.
"Sure felt that way, it did." Snape comments and I shudder, knowing already that Harry was right and that even the person with the worst fashion sense in the entire Universe would be disgusted with all I just read. Then suddenly – to my irritation – a low, serious voice sounds: "Destroyed the Colisseum again, Hades?"
I turn to the doorway between Mount Olympus and the Underworld – together with everyone else in both the Courtyard and the Arena and see the one person I brought back to life that I wish I never did, seeing how worthless he was in helping me get rid of Blunderboy and how he makes me regret calling him the mother of all bad guys.
A long red robe with blue trim and brown shoulder pads, dark grey hair and a slight stubble on his chin, an amber colored left eye and a closed right thanks to the amazing scar going all over the left side of his face and finally black shoes and pants and a black shirt with a grey collar high enough to cover his mouth.
Auron, the man I locked up in the deepest part of hell when he died and that I later brought back on that idiot Pete's advice, leans against the doorframe, his Battlefield of Wars sword leaning on his right shoulder and his black eyebrow raised at me in a mocking question, making me further have to hold back on my anger.
Then Wonderboy walks over and says: "You're Auron, right? Sora's friend? I never really got to thank you. You and Sora really helped me remember what it's like to be a true Hero and you even helped me defeat Hades after he had tried to kill Meg." And Blunderboy holds his hand out to the seriously annoying man.
Auron looks from the hand to Blunderboy and asks: "Are you really thanking me for almost killing you?" And Blunderboy shrugs as he says: "Sure, that was part of what I needed to remember. And besides, don't forget that that wasn't you working there. That was Hades, remember, holding your heart captive in that statue?"
The Red-robed man laughs a little and asks: "So need help repairing the Colisseum?" But Blunderboy laughs and says: "Don't worry, it's not really destroyed. It's just turned invisible, so that the two groups here in the field and over there in the Arena can see the reader of the books we are going through currently."
The man nods and asks: "Care to catch me up?" And Blunderboy once more shows how absolutely brilliant he is as he perfectly repeats just about everything that happened in the last few chapters. Hating the Blunderbreath for his perfection in everything, I grumble as the two pass me to sit in the Arena and read on.
"Happy Valentine's … stop here!
"Really?" I ask sarcastically and I go on: "Does this guy never end? Even I'm already annoyed enough I just want to preorder his death." But to this Harry says: "Trust me, where he is now is much better as it is perfect payback to everything he has done." This makes me smirk at the black-haired kid with interest before I read on.
I'm sure … force-fed poison.
"Only because my contract told me I couldn't do it to him right there and then. Else I would have hexed his drink just to get him back for it." The man in question sneers, but then Harry hits himself on the head and says: "Hex his drinks! Why didn't I think of that?" And everyone laughs as Snape sends him a proud smirk and I read on.
"Please, Hermione, … with Harry.
Harry hits himself over the head and then suddenly Ginny shouts: "Just so you know, this was not my work! I repeat, not my work!" Everyone looks at the girl shocked and she asks: "What? You really did it was? Come on, I was way too shy back then for something so open." To this a lot of students nod and I read on.
"Oy, you! … of way.
"Threatening? Really?" Auron asks sarcastically and the boy admits: "Okay, maybe it didn't look threatening, but the look he had on his face as he said this – and he said this before he twanged his harp, just so you know – clearly said don't mess with me more than Lockhart did. To then see that twang made me nervous."
The grey haired man nods in acceptance and says: "That was a good description of the situation. Have you done this before?" Harry shrugs and says: "The books are mostly from my point of view, so yeah. In a way, I have." This makes the man smirk and he says: "Impressive." Looking at the stack of books before I read on.
"Not here," … the floor.
"Did that hurt, Harry?" Viktor Krum asks, softly rubbing Harry's body to check for injuries and Harry shrugs before he says: "No more than usual when you trip over something. I was used to rougher, so it didn't hurt that much." The boy sighs and whispers: "Merlin, I hate those Muggles." Catching my interest as I read on.
"Right," he … students away.
Harry saw him send worried looks at him as he did so and his heart warmed a little, obviously Percy was trying to defuse the severity of the situation and Harry's embarrassment as well as he could.
"Why do you have to be so damned observant?" Percy asks with a good-heartened smile and Ron asks: "I more wonder how it's possible that Harry picks up on all your nice things, when all I see, no offence, is you trying to get to the very top?" The two brothers look at each other and shrug, before laughing as I read on.
"And you … said quietly. He kind of felt like when he had tried to get back Neville's Remembrall more than a year ago.
"Wonder what … looking terrified. Harry, trying too hard to avoid another confrontation and not wanting to undo all of Percy's hard work to make this as easy as possible for him, stored it into the back of his mind to mull over later.
"Hand it … his temper. Malfoy calling Hermione the M-word and hurting her in the process was one thing, but Malfoy violating other people's rights to personal privacy for his own fun went too far in his book. He pulled … belching slugs. Besides, his mind was already thinking up revenge plans; plans that didn't include Polyjuice Potions or Peeves the Poltergeist.
"Okay, I agree! There, I really did go too far. But, I have a good reason!" The blonde shouts and Zabini asks: "And what is that?" The boy sighs and says: "All my life I was raised with one belief. That Blacks, Potters, Malfoys and Slytherins were at top of the elite and should dress and behave like the elite.
Therefore, to constantly see Potter running around with people I was raised to believe were at least three grades below us, to see him have fun and be the hero when he was the last of his line and should be worrying about his assets and whatnot and to see his constant – no offence – abhorrent state of dress just totally pissed me off."
Harry looks confused and says: "I take no offence to the state of my clothes; there I actually agree. I do take offence to the people I hang around with and your thoughts of who I should and should not be around – kind of the reason I refused your friendship, remember – but what did you mean, worry over my assets and whatnot?"
To which both pale-faced, blonde haired men turn to the pale-faced blonde haired woman with them and the woman sighs as she says: "I haven't covered his actual fortune yet. I've been teaching him manners and ettiquetes that, over the years and centuries, became important to his family; ettiquete and history lessons combined."
Her son nods and then her husband asks: "Harry, do you even know of the five vaults you own that are filled to the brim with Gold Galleons, the four Vaults with Sickles and the ten Vaults with Knuts?" But to this Harry shouts: "The what, what and WHAT NOW?" Making it quite clear he had no idea whatsoever about any of this.
Then Draco mumbles: "And those were the numbers when James Potter was still alive." Making Harry, who had jumped up to shout at Malfoy senior, fall into Viktor's lap in pure shock, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. Even Ronald looks at his friend shocked and asks: "You didn't know about any of that?"
And Harry whimpers: "Of course not, no one told me anything about that." Ron looks shocked and asks: "But then, what did you do in the summer before third? Didn't you use that time in Diagon Alley to spend your attention on your assets, profits and funds?" Harry shakes his head quickly and looks at Ron before he asks:
"Why does everyone know all about this except me?" And Auron answers: "I don't know, but if those things are money, maybe it was for power. Money does give power, you know, so maybe someone didn't want you to have all that money, so you wouldn't get that powerful. Do you have someone wanting that?"
Instantly everyone looks at each other shocked and I mumble: "I would say – yes. Yes, they do." Before I suddenly see Hermione whiten in fear and she asks: "Harry, if – if Dumbledore knew and kept you from your assets all this time, then – then what – what do you think he did with it while he held it away from you?"
Instantly Harry, the Malfoys, Sirius, Remus, the Weasleys and Viktor turn white and a woman with a monocle says: "I will be sure to question him about that once we get home. Seems that's just one more thing we have that we can use against him." And Sora mumbles: "And we're only on the second book." Before I read on.
It wasn't … more time without openly making them float against the ceiling, and partly … his time.
"Really should have gone with you there, mate." Ron moans sadly and instantly my interest is piqued and I ask: "Oooooh, does something bad happen here?" To which Meg asks: "Why am I not surprised at your excitement over that possibility?" But I just glare at her a little, loving how it makes her whiten and read on.
Harry sat … vanished. Excited at the chance to finally find out why the diary was thrown away, Harry loaded … Harry Potter." He knew it was stupid to write his name down, but it was a diary, so what else was he to do.
The words … Riddle's reply. He knew beyond a doubt it was wrong to trust Riddle, but if he could gain the 'boy's' trust, he could find out why someone threw it away – then he could really get rid of it for good.
"Lucky that … his excitement. There was still a frown on his face as he reread that first sentence and he wondered if it had something to do with the reason someone threw the diary away. He knew he would, as soon as he figured out just what magic this diary possessed to make it write back.
"I mean … he knew. This was exactly what Harry wanted and his relief over the chance of soon handing in the diary became bigger as he read.
"Of course … write back. This time it was because his instincts were again reminding him about the snake being the monster and if Riddle knew the monster had lived on, maybe he knew what kind of monster he was dealing with as well. He knew he could get in major trouble for doing this in the first place, it almost reeked Dark magic, but it was for the safety of the Muggleborns – for Hermione's safety and for his Mother's honor.
"It's happening … and then – deciding this would be just what he needed to prove that the diary had to be handed in and destroyed – wrote two letters.
"OK."
Now Ron smirks and asks: "So mate, how long did it take for you to believe that story this time? Because it looked like you believed it for quite a while." Harry shrugs and says: "I think it was by the time those conversations of us constantly going about the same things started working on my nerves." The two boys laugh and I read on.
The pages … the desk.
Many around me gasp in shock and McGonagall says: "Riddle's diary is like a Pensive. You were brought into his memory of when the last attack had taken place, when Dumbledore was still Transfigurations teacher and not the Headmaster." Now even the younger ones look shocked and I read on, quite intrigued.
A wizened … years ago.
"Wow, a few shouts and a few seconds of observations and he has the entire thing figured out. Impressive." Auron comments and then Snape sneers and says: "Which make it even harder for me to understand how it is possible that he acts so – averagely in classes. And I doubt it's just Mr. Weasley and Mss. Granger."
Everyone looks at the man confused and he says: "Does no one remember the first line about Mr. Potter's thoughts concerning Transfigurations? It clearly said that he had immense trouble remembering anything he learned the year before. That can't be just because of the summer." We all look shocked and he says:
"Poppy, please check him for magical blocks next break. Might be a good chance to see how well he healed from his last Full Physical." The woman nods and Harry turns to Sirius asking: "You don't think he'd do that, do you? He – he wouldn't cast spells on me that could potentially cause me trouble in dangerous situations, do you?"
Sirius sighs and says: "I'm sorry, Harry, but I agree with Severus. That man is willing to do anything to keep you under his control, so spells to keep your magic and mind in line of his wishes, I'm willing to admit I can just see him do that. He has completely lost sight of Humanity, so –." The man sighs and hugs his son.
I see Harry holding back shivers and then Viktor, sitting next to the two, lies a hand on his shoulder and whispers: "He's not here, възлюбен. He's not here and he won't stop you from showing your emotions. Not anymore." And instantly the boy starts to cry, obviously hurt by all this Dumbledore has caused him.
Knowing that usually I would feel either disgusted with his weakness or delighted with how much this pained him, do I wonder why I don't feel this now and then realize that it's because – somehow – the brat has earned my respect with how he seems to be a perfect bland of dark pain and light stupid goodness – yuck.
This makes me decide that the Headmaster – or probably ex-Headmaster by now – can be expecting an early death and I whisper: "That visit to the Fates is really getting important." But apparently McGonagall heard me and whispers: "Not yet, Lord Hades, we might discover more cruelties and we want him to pay for all of them."
I nod at the woman and shake my head, barely believing the Fates let someone like that live this long without telling me. Wondering if they too were tricked by his actions, I stand up and ask: "Can someone take over, please? I need to visit the Fates, I need to see if that Dumbledore tricked them as well." But then Ron says:
"We'll just wait until you're back. You will really want to read this part. It's got the betrayal and the framing in it." I nod at the lad and want to turn to the gates to my own domain when my path gets blocked by three clouds of smoke, actually shocking me and causing some of the younger brats to scream in fearful shock.
From the smoke, three gross looking women appear, the left one being the tallest and the one on the right being short and chubby, yet while her two taller sisters have empty eyesockets, does the fat one actually have The Eye of Sight within her socket and instantly I wonder if that is what informed them of my desire to meet with them.
"You walk an interesting path, Hades." The tallest one, who's slim form is hidden in a black cloak, says and the one in the middle, then goes on and says: "One that will bring true balance to a world that has long since lost sight of this important requirement." And the chubby one finishes: "How can we help you in this endeavor?"
And while I am impressed with what they already know and while their words make me wonder if they are at all aware of Dumbledore and his actions, do I say: "Ladies, welcome to the Colliseum. As for your help, I am reading about the past of a very interesting young man and this reading made me worried about you."
They seem not to know what I am talking about and I ask: "Does the name Harry Potter ring a bell?" But they shake their heads and I say: "So that's why you left him to his fate. He must be from a world far out of your reach. That is a relief, I admit myself relieved." This really seems to interest the ladies and the left one asks:
"And why is this, Hades?" And I say: "Well, you see Ladies, there is this man named Albus Dumbledore." But then, before I can go on, they suddenly gasp and one of them says: "He lives. He actually lives!" I look confused and they say: "Many years ago, we send a demon from hell to that planet. A demon named Gellert Grindlewald.
He was to manipulate Dumbledore, let the boy adore and admire him and then get him in such problems the boy would die in battle. How is it he survived?" And the three pull out a single eyeball with a small hair growing from the top of it. They all pour their energy in it and it starts to float and glow, showing some kind of image.
Yet while this happens, do I also look around to gauge the reaction from those around me and while the name Grindelwald seemed to have installed some sense of fear in all of these people, do mostly the adults that seem to come from Hogwarts seem shocked to hear that Grindelwald is actually a demon as well as his purpose.
I focus back on the eye and see 3 boys in their twenties, two of them looking alike and one of them quite different, but with a demonic air of power and madness that makes me smirk in interest as I see the demon boy shout at the youngest boy and then suddenly the three start to cast spells, the mid eldest trying to deflect spells from both sides.
I see the young lad run from one side to the other and the second lady grumbles: "So that's it. He was supposed to take his brother's side, but he was too entranced with Gellert to not defend him too." Then suddenly I see a young weak looking girl entering the room and then two spells clash and cause her to hit her head against the doorframe.
I see blood leaking from her head faster than I expected and the three ladies shout: "NO!" Shocking me. The youngest then says: "She had a great future. We had it all set out for her. She would take her healing to a new level once Gellert killed her eldest brother and her and Aberforth would bring Hogwarts into a new era."
The three then shake her head and the eldest whispers: "She was not supposed to die." While the second whispers: "Oh, Ariana." And the youngest says: "Poor, poor Arianna." I nod and then say: "Thank you for showing us this. Is it possible to return Arianna back to life." The three look at me shocked and the eldest says:
"Do so, Hades, and she will unite Light and Dark." Then the second says: "She will help the Lightning strike down on the world of unevenness." And the last ends: "And their world will unite with our Universe, as was its destiny." They then disappear from the Coliseum together with the floating eyeball and I ask:
"Did they just make a prophesy?" But all I hear is the silence of the Coliseum as everyone around me had been just as focused on the eye as I was and just by looking around, I can tell that not even the eldest of them knew of the girl's existence and this makes me think: "Just another one of that man's little secrets, I guess."
I then once again return my focus to the book, only to hear Sirius ask: "And where are you going?" And looking up, I see Harry stopping in his tracks before he says: "You heard that middle woman. She will help the Lightning. That obviously means my scar and thus me, so I'm –." But while I admire his will, do I grumble as Blunderboy says:
"No." And then that little short brat joins him and says: "Harry, without the Olympus Stone, which I currently don't have on me so no one here can use it, you will be drained of all your energy long before you even reach halfway through the Underworld tunnels. You can't go do this, it'll mean your death for sure."
At this Harry looks down in defeat, his posture proving that he believes the bratty brunette and then Blunderboy softly pats his shoulder and says: "Don't worry, I'm sure Hermes or father has another Stone available. I'll go ask for one next break." And the boy nods before he goes back to his seat and I continue reading.
There was … looked nervous, but Harry got the shivers of the strange glint he saw in the boy's eyes. They reminded him of someone, but he couldn't remember who.
"Sit down," … very tightly. Harry wondered if the boy even wanted to be here.
"My dear … missing anything. What was happening here was enough to make him report this diary to McGonagall, but if he could also uncover the riddle of the Chambers, it would be a double bonus; that would surely stop all those rumors about him being the Evil Heir of Muggleborn Attacker Salazar Slytherin.
"Precisely." said … given Dumbledore. Instantly he was sure this would answer everything – as soon as he was done here, he would have all the answers he needed to stop the Monster and the Heir. So why was his gut telling him otherwise?
Dippet sank … followed him. His mind was sure Riddle knew who the Heir was and that he was about to catch him, but his gut was telling him different, it was telling him not to trust a thing he saw. Harry didn't know what to believe, so he decided he would wait and see.
Down the … fifty-year-younger Dumbledore.
"A Dumbledore that, apparently, shouldn't have been there in the first place." McGonagall grumbles and everyone mumbles their angry agreement when suddenly a blur of white, purple and lightning streaks past the Colisseum, causing many of the girls who are sitting near the doors to fall out of their seats with screams of shock.
Wonderboy seems to recognize the blur and shouts: "Father! Where are you going?" But Zeus, my hated brother, disappears into the Underworld and the Satyr says: "Well, that makes sense. He is a God, after all, he can't die if he goes down that river. Unlike you, sport." Wonderboy nods, while looking worried and I read on.
"I had … with Snape. Still his gut was telling him to get out of there, as if he wouldn't want to see this. He had no idea why his instincts were so against his upcoming discovery, but he decided to just ignore them – this time.
"Biggest mistake EVER!" Harry shouts and we all look at him shocked. Then Hermione hugs him and says: "At least it helped you when you needed it most. After –." The girl shudders and whispers: "You know, my little problem." The boy sighs in regret before smiling at her gratefully, thanking her with a hug before I read on.
The torches … be heard. His senses were screaming at him that what would happen was wrong, but he didn't understand how they could know that if he didn't even know what was going to happen so he just silently followed the lad.
"I really should have listened to those instincts." Harry groans and then Remus says: "Harry, even if you did, you had no idea how to get out of there. You would have had to witness it anyway." The boy nods and while I wonder how my blasted, thunderhead of a brother is doing down in my Domain, do I continue with the chapter.
For perhaps … that voice and his senses about all this being wrong went in overdrive, almost making it impossible for him to focus.
Riddle suddenly … is slaughtered..."
"And here I thought that bastard could sink no lower." Harry suddenly growls and everyone looks at him as he says: "Just look at how he phrases his words. He is trying to force his opponent to believe what he believes, while he knows what he believes is a lie. He's trying to manipulate another student into testifying over something he never did."
Everyone looks shocked and I reread the sentences, whispering: "I don't think you meant to kill anyone. The least Hogwarts can do is make sure that the thing that killed their daughter is slaughtered." And then I realize that the lad is right and whisper: "Who is this monster?" To which Harry says:
"You'll find out soon enough. And calling him a monster is quite ironic and yet also an under-statement." This intrigues me and one of the other Gryffindors asks: "Is he that bad?" But all Harry says is: "First Wizarding War." Obviously not intend on telling us anything more. This slightly irritates me and I read on.
"It wasn' … to hear.
"It actually scared you?" A student asks and Hagrid cringes before Harry says: "Trust me, I'm just glad it was me seeing that thi – creature and not Ron. Had he been in my place, I would have found him fainted on his own bed." The student asking the question cringes as Ron nods in agreement before I read on.
A vast … razor-sharp pincers –
This causes a lot of students to gulp and the student asking the question about Harry's fear earlier says: "Okay, I can understand why that made you scream." Making Harry smile at him and he says: "Thanks Owen." The boy looks at him shocked and Harry says: "I know all of Fred and George's Roommates." Owen nods and I read on.
Riddle raised … yelling, "NOOOOOOO!"
"Please tell me that monster instantly went out of Hogwarts." A young girl with blonde curls squeaks in fear and Harry answers: "It did. Hagrid raised it further in the back of the Forbidden Forest." He then cringes and says: "Although that too wasn't his brightest idea." This worries mostly the girl and Harry's parents and I read on.
The scene … and shaking and wishing he had listened to his instincts the entire time.
"What's up?" … with concern. Harry looked at Ron, his eyes wide with disbelief and broken-heartedness as he whispered, not wanting to believe it himself,
"It was … years ago."
This shocks the entire school and Hagrid hangs his head low as Harry walks over and says: "Don't worry, we didn't believe it for long. It was Malfoy this year all over again." This makes the giant smile at the lad and Phill says: "Okay, that was three chapters, time for a break. Neville, don't forget you'll be training with Herc now."
The slightly chubby boy nods and Wonderboy smiles as he says: "I look forward to it." Making the boy smile gratefully. I then look at the book and throw it over my shoulder as I say: "Chapter's done. I'll go see how my brother's doing." And while McGonagall keeps the book levitated, do I pass back into my Domain once more.
Yet as I do this, do I think: "Perhaps relocating is a good idea. That Potter boy certainly sounds like an interesting lad who can provide me with much more entertainment than Blunderboy, that Snape bastard needs to be taught a lesson in respect – and I would love to see what this so-called Balance could possibly mean."
And with that do I move back through my Domain, through the tunnels and burning the Heartless that try to stop me and while I do this, do I remember Riku commenting on how there are no Heartless in this world, yet then I remember the last part of this new prophesy and this makes me smirk as I think: "That won't last much longer."
And that is that!
So, what do you guys think? I know I cut Pain and Panic out of this and shoved the trip to the Underworld back to the end and then just summarized a bit of it, but for some reason I felt it would be more fitting for the whole of the Magical World to hear this prophesy – though PoA and OotP might be responsible for that.
I also have to admit, I had quite a bit of fun editing this chapter as it's easy to imagine Harry earning Hades' respect as he, unlike Hercules, admits and through his expressions and words proves that his experiences mark and affect him, something Hercules only did when everything was at their absolute worst.
Anyway, this won't be the last you see of Hades, but I also have one other thing in mind. In the original, even after her resurrection, I barely put any attention on Arriana and I plan to have that changed. Heck, I might even make her take Petunia/Molly's place in life – and no, I don't mean the insults and smothering.
You cool with that,
Venquine1990
