[a/n-1]Also inSoHDD#96 I thought Percy got prefect in Harry's 2nd year. Oops

[a/n0]Jake Crepeau's review of SoHDD#96 is recommended reading on the subject of quill use and abuse.

[a/n]Dedicated to Slytherin66's review of SoHDD#91Slytherin House would be very upset that the Dark Lord was half blood and a Gaunt. So many proud pure bloods had to bow or died for him. I bet Bellatrix might die on the spot you can bet the mum of Sirius would. The pure bloods would feel like they have been tricked.

Harry Does Different CCCXLVII

Tom's Trophy II

"Looks like a pig with hair to me!" Ron was criticizing Hermione's new cat.

She shot back, quite as effectively "That's rich! Ha! What do you call that scrawny, old thing of yours?"

"Harry!" exclaimed the boy, and the girl spun and matched the greeting.

He jumped the last few steps to the floor, smiling "Don't ever change, you two. Good summer?"

"Harry dear!" Mrs. Weasley greeted him with a suffocating hug.

Ginny, apparently over her shyness quipped "Don't mind her. She strangles everyone she meets."

"Shame on you!" Mother whacked daughter on the rear as she passed.

The twins repeated the scolding and giggled, receiving a sneer from their sister. This only caused them to crack up.

"Alright there Ginny?" asked Harry.

Mr. Weasley arrived "Harry! Wonder if I might have a word?"

"Of course sir. What's up?" replied Harry.

"I assume you've heard of Sirius Black? I wanted to warn you to be careful he was a huge supporter of - - -" the elder Weasley began and paused, unable to say the name.

The teen provided it "Voldemort."

"Don't say the name." the man scolded with a gesture, then "Black was… You-Know-Who's number two and you in particular are potentially at risk."

Harry rolled his eyes and was dismissive "Gave Voldemort the heave-ho a couple times. A little flunky ain't a thing to be afraid of."

"The NAME Harry!" exclaimed Mr. Weasley "But be that as it may, it would ease my mind…and that of concerned others…that you promise to NOT go looking for trouble."

Under his gaze, the boy wilted…well, somewhat "Sure, sir, I guess. But trouble seems to find me anyway."

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"Chu staring at my sister for mate?" Ron wanted to know during the Sorting at Hogwarts that night.

Harry finished chewing a bite before replying "I wasn't… at least, not intentionally. But I think I might be getting an idea. Somehow…not sure…something your Dad said to me has got me thinking about last year."

"How's that Harry?" asked Hermione "And what has it to do with Ginny?"

He smirked a bit "Thank you Hermione! I could kiss you! That's half the answer!"

"Don't say things like that!" she blushed.

Seamus put in "Harry and Hermione sitting in a tree K-I- - - !"

"Perhaps YOU would like to proctor the Sorting Mr. Finnegan?" came the frosty voice of Professor McGonagall, ending the tuneful melody. Poor Irish lad.

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After the Sorting was concluded, and supper; everyone was getting up, Harry did not leave with his friends "Gonna have a word with Ginny a minute." He walked over to where the Second Years were "Scuse me….Gin?...walk back to the Tower with me?...Sorry, you are?"

"Romilda Vane. Ginny's dormmate." The girl replied, grinning pleasantly. A little more than pleasantly as she entangled their arms "Annnnd you, of course, are Harry Potter."

He struggled to disconnect her saying "Well…excuse me…but I am not one for physical contact. So, if you DON'T mind, me and Ginny need a PRIVATE chat."

"If you need anything Harry…ever…..anything at all, just ask." She, well, cuddled was the only word. Walking away, her hips swung back and forth in a most exaggerated manner.

Harry watched for a moment, then shrugged the girl and the incident off, giving the youngest Weasley his full attention "I know I asked you before, but how are you Ginny? Now that we're back?"

"Fine" she replied, a little unsure of her standing. More than a little surprised that the boy she now knew moderately well was so dismissive of her dormmate. "Really. Thanks for asking. Was that it?"

He shook his head "Actually, no. You…well…between us we probably know more about young Voldemort than anyone today."

"Why are you asking me that!?" she reacted almost like he'd slapped her.

Harry held up his hands "Easy there. I once heard a saying that went know your enemy. I only talked to Tom for a couple minutes, you knew him most of a year. What was he like?"

"Other than evil?" Ginny's mood started to improve.

He smiled "Yes other than the obvious. What were his good points and bad ones?"

"He was handsome. Very." She blushed "More to the point, he knew it."

Harry shrugged "I'll take your word for it, but it sounds like it's both a good and bad thing. What else?"

"Persuasive. He could get almost anyone to do what he wanted them to. If he could force them, he preferred doing that. But if he had to, like with a teacher, he had a treacle tongue." She described the teen Voldemort to a tee, ending with a shiver.

He patted her shoulder "From my conversation, he seemed to loooooove talking about himself. Especially how clever he is."

"Oh yes!" it was the first time she'd laughed in the conversation "Totally full of himself. One thing though…if it's something he didn't want known…Tom would make sure you didn't tell."

They were at the Gryffindor entrance, Harry held her back and was grinning "He wouldn't like facts about himself going public. Would he?"

"ESPECIALLY the embarrassing ones." She suddenly saw what Harry'd been after.

He nodded "Especially! Something else. Do we even HAVE newspapers?"

"Dad always says The Daily Prophet is just a Ministry mouthpiece." Said Ginny, with a solid dose of scorn "Can I introduce you to one of my friends? Tomorrow?"

His response was automatic "Of course. We're friends too, aren't we?"

"I hoped so." Her expression was shy, small.

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At breakfast, Harry quite abruptly broke away from his two best friends. Attracting some little attention he spoke briefly with Ginny, but then drew serious looks when they walked away from the Gryffindor table. She introduced him to a Ravenclaw in her year "Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood; Luna, Harry."

"Good morning Harry Potter." Her voice was cheery, her eyes somewhat reminiscent of Dobby "You seem fairly free of wrackspurt infestations."

He glanced at his fellow Gryffindor then, receiving no clarification "Suppose that's good. Sounds it anyway."

"May we sit?" asked Ginny and after they did so "Luna's Dad owns a weekly paper, rather small, but always on the lookout for a good story."

Harry now understood the reason for the introduction "Luna, I'm sorry in advance, but I'm using you to get a story out."

"Oh goody!" the Ravenclaw exclaimed "A conspiracy! It will be like having friends!"

Now THAT comment Harry understood. He squeezed her forearm "I'd be glad to be your friend. I-if you like."

"Wonderful!" said Luna, brightly "Now, please, tell me about your particular Ratfang Conspiracy."

He looked rather befuddled, shrugged "You remember me and Ginny trashing Riddle's trophy?"

"Indeed. I am a fair flyer." Luna answered "But, you and Ginevra put on quite a performance."

The redhead Gryffindor protested "Luna! Not my FULL name!"

"ANYWAY" Harry overrode her "there are a lot of this story we don't know, but the parts we do are this: A boy was born of the Slytherin line in the late 1920s. This boy was born Tom Marvolo Riddle…"

Harry or Ginny spoke for the next couple minutes at the end of which Luna seemed to be looking right through Harry's head. In a spacey tone she began "No…no nargles…However I believe that is only a teaser part of the tale. Certainly something The Quibbler would be interested in as it answers many questions of the past decade. Daddy would be glad to offer some revenue sharing.

"Embarrass Tom AND make money! Don't get better than that!" enthused Ginny, sporting a major grin.

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A meeting with Xeno Lovegood and a couple days after that, the Hippogryff dung hit the fan. The Wizengamot was demanding an investigation, the goblins wanted basilisk meat and an obscure weekly magazine couldn't print copies fast enough.

"Potter, my father wants a word with you." Draco Malfoy approached him in the corridor between classes.

The trio glanced at each other. Then taking a page from his irritant's own book Harry stared him down and replied quietly with two words "Say please."

"My father is one of our leading nobles! He has the Minister's ear! He does NOT beg of you!" Draco stormed off.

Harry muttered "the Minister's ear!" and the three of them giggled.

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"I don't see any reason for me to say a word, sir." Harry was looking straight at the Headmaster. He was in the office with Professor Snape, Lucius Draco and Narcissa Malfoy and David Goyle arrayed against him.

Professor Snape glared "Lord Malfoy asked you a question Potter!"

"Malfoy didn't say please." Countered Harry, shooting a hostile look at the platinum blonde man. He slumped in the chair and crossed his arms.

"Ah-ah Severus" Dumbledore held up a restraining hand "And, what, Harry do you think would make this a better situation?"

The young wizard answered "How about someone one MY side? Professor McGonagall, for instance? Ron? Mr. Lovegood? Luna? Hermione?"

"The Mudblood." Draco snorted.

Harry retorted "Ten points from Slytherin!"

"TWENTY from Gryffindor Potter. You have no such authority." Sneered Snape.

Lucius finally relented from his all-powerful stance "Severus, I ask you to reverse your punishment. Don't give me that look. Headmaster, please override Professor Snape. My request as a Governor. Mr. Potter, may I call you Harry?" he struggled visibly with the kind tone.

"No. You can't Malfoy." Harry's tone, for all his higher pitch, struggled to match Snape's but the intent was there "Now, wha'd'you want?"

There was a vein above Lucius' left eye that no one had seen until it bulged "The Dark Lord was very powerful. I would know what the best decision to make is should he return. Your Headmaster seems to believe that likely. Can you prove what you said in that rag, boy?"

"We'll wait until this is a little more fair." Harry smirked and didn't say a word until everyone…well, except for Xeno, that he'd requested arrived. Then "Voldemort's own words on the subject."

Except for the Headmaster, Luna Hermione and Ginny, everyone else visibly cringed at the feared name. It was Professor Snape who spoke first "The name is not to be used Potter."

"Voldemort!" Harry snapped back, grinning at the repeated reactions. "Or call him Tom if you prefer. You know, Malfoy, I talked a bit to Dobby- -"

Draco squeaked "You said he was dead! You killed him, Father!"

"Silence!" Lucius backhanded his son.

Harry felt sympathy for him but kept it off his face "As I was saying: Dobby told me Voldemort would be a little upset you let one of his possessions be destroyed. You read the story. You and your precious Purebloods! You tell me, is Riddle a Pureblood name?"

"No." the senior Goyle answered reflexively.

Harry felt the man was brighter than his son "Don't know about his mother." Admitted Harry "Probably where the whole Heir of Slytherin thing comes from. But Voldemort …aka Tom Riddle… was the son of a Muggle. Not even a poor Mudblood, like Draco likes to call my best friend, but…by your own rules a filthy Muggle. Some champion of Purebloodism huh?"

"No need to gloat Harry." Dumbledore chastised him with a just perceptible bow of his head.

Lucius gestured to Goyle, the pair moved to a corner of the office, put up privacy wards for a time and when they came back, he queried his earlier concern "There is proof of this?"

"Hermione?" he looked at his friend.

Lucius gave a sneer "Miss Granger?"

"Daughter of Muggles that I am" her tone matched his.

Snape growled "Proper respect girl! Detention."

"Professor McGonagall, it strikes me that kids learn from what they see adults do." Harry pointed out "Miss Granger was just following Mr - - oh beg your pardon - - LORD Malfoy's example."

Minerva nodded "I tend to agree. Miss Granger, detention revoked."

"Thank you, Professor." She beamed in delight "There is proof, Malfoy. And a Hogwarts governor, with the ear of the Minister to boot, certainly has all the access to records he would need."

Ginny was unhappy "Still needs to pay for slipping me Riddle's diary."

"A valid point." Said Dumbledore "What, Lucius, would you do with this …ahh… information, should Miss Granger point you in the right direction?"

He touched his temple and closed his eyes for a minute, glanced at Narcissa, then "The Dark Lord will find less support, considerably less, should he succeed in returning to power. As for Miss Weasley, I apologize if you were …ahh… inconvenienced last year. If you are still …umm…troubled, perhaps a visit to St. Mungo's, which the Malfoy family will cover, can be arranged."

"Or several." There was a hint of a young Voldemort in her voice "As much help as the healer says."

Draco had to be silenced with a gesture from his father, who clearly reluctant, nodded "Agreed."

"Got one over" Ron was ecstatic at the victory, his exclamation was cut off with kicks to both shins "OWWW! Gin! Mione! Tha'bloody'ell was tha'fer?"

The Head of Gryffindor couldn't let that go "Mr. Weasley 10 points from Gryffindor for language."

"Miss Weasley five points TO Gryffindor. You as well Miss Granger." came from Professor Snape, whose expression was still stony.

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When, at the end of the TriWizard Tournament, the Dark Lord still kidnapped Harry and returned to a body only three marked Death Eaters obeyed his summons to the graveyard. In the days that followed, Lucius Malfoy and numerous other former Death Eaters publicly disavowed their former master.

In other news, The Quibbler now outsold if narrowly The Daily Prophet.