Updated: 11/22/21

This chapter took longer than expected, nearly clocking in at 4k words, but I am so much happier with this quality.

Chapter 14- The Diary

On countless mornings in December, the Slytherin common room woke up with frost, and ice covering the windows that made it hard to see the Black lake, or the squid that laid beneath the lake. It was no better in any part of the dungeons, where breaths were seen in small, misty clouds. Several Slytherins casted warming spells on themselves including the first years; Harrison didn't mind the cold that lingered in the dungeons.

It made him think of Azkaban, where his fellow inmates shivered, and chattered their teeth while attempting to cast a warming spell on their bodies, as the only thing that kept them warm was the thin black-and-white uniform. They intentionally kept the prison cold and was worse when the temperature dropped below freezing. The aurors didn't bother giving them any heat sources, so most times they pressed their bodies for warmth, and in many cases, got frostbite.

There were several times when there was several feet of snow, and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.

Harrison sat on a chair in the common room, the fire roaring in the background. A quill in his hand as he looked over the otherwise blank parchment if not for the three words written on it, Tom Marvolo Riddle. He knew no one actually knew the Dark Lord's real name, but it had to involve the Dark Lord about it- his instincts were telling him.

He thought about it for several seconds, before he wrote the acronym I am Lord Voldemort on the parchment and realized it crossed out every single letter in the name and that they were truly one and the same.

And now, he had to find a way to contact the Dark Lord without being suspicious.

He heard footsteps echoing to his way, and Harrison quickly made the piece of parchment vanish.

"Harrison!" He heard someone call out.

Harrison cocked his head to the side and saw the familiar pale blonde that belonged to Draco. The blonde seemed a little out of breath, but otherwise had a smile on his face- the blonde was reserved and didn't show emotions, but the common room was a different story. What interested him was the fact that he had a white letter in his hand.

"What is it?" He questioned.

"Mother and father said you can stay with us during the Yule," Draco told him.

"What made you decide this?"

Draco blushed with pink cheeks before he composed himself and continued on, "I thought that you had nowhere else to go during the holidays, and rather than spending the holidays here… Besides, mother and father would love to meet you, especially concerning your reputation."

Harry thought about it for a few seconds. He knew the Malfoys had a good selection of books- ones that were quite heavily focused on the Dark Arts and some forbidden books. It would also be a good use in his research, in trying to find something that would bring the Dark Lord back, but also give him more sanity. He knew somehow the Dark Lord lost himself during his rise of power, and he had no idea what his condition was. It would also do him some good to gain some allies and some more inside information as the Malfoys were close, and it would give me a chance to celebrate his first proper Yule.

…

The Christmas cheer in the air became pronounced as the days bore on. People were anxious to get away from the classes, and became more of a ruckus. Potter became more of a nuisance when it was starting to get closer to break, which Harrison just stood there, flashing his emerald eyes at him.

During the last class of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harrison noticed that there was something off about Quirrell. It wasn't the fact that he had someone hanging off the back of his head, but Quirrell was more pale and shakier. Any sound made Quirrell jump, and his stutter became more pronounced, stuttering every other word.

He wondered what had happened during the span of a few weeks. What exactly went on behind closed walls? Thoughts filled his mind, trying to figure out what had happened to Quirrell, but he came up with no reasonable explanation. It also meant that no one was going to find it suspicious if he had a small discussion with the Dark Lord as no one would want to talk to teachers especially this close before the holiday break.

That night before curfew, Harrison headed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, making sure no one was following him. He opened the classroom's doors and noticed that Quirrell was busy packing

Quirrell noticed him and started talking,

"W-What c-could I h-h-help you w-w-with M-Mr. P-P-Peverell Sly-Slytherin?"

Harrison rolled his eyes before he spoke coldly,

"Give up the act… Let me talk to him."

"I don't know who you're talking about," Quirrell said rather quickly.

Harrison sighed; he knew Quirrell wasn't going to give up the Dark Lord's location that easily and was going to have to play his game.

"The Dark Lord? I know you have been housing the Dark Lord on the back of your head."

"Very well."

Quirrell turned around and started to unwrap his purple turban. The Dark Lord peered back at him, a little more than a wraith with red, cat-eyes slit starred at him.

"What do you want, child?" The Dark Lord hissed.

"This is what you've been doing too; the Dark Lord latching onto a Professor in hopes to get your body back?" Harrison mused.

Dark Magic filled the air, and the red eyes flashed with anger; Harrison smirked. He knew this was a dangerous game to be playing.

"Why you insolent brat… I should kill you right now," the Dark Lord seethed.

"You can't… It would offer too much suspicion and I'm pretty sure you don't want the old fool to question you more," Harrison told him calmly. "Besides… I would be better off alive being useful than dead, as you may know."

"What could you offer me?"

"Information."

"Like what?"

"You do realize it's a trap in getting the stone? Dumbledore knows that you're in the castle, and he wants to lure you to the stone so he could vanquish you," Harrison said. "I'd suggest leaving the castle, find a new host as I'm pretty sure the current one is no longer useful."

"What about the stone?"

"Simple… It'll take a little time, but getting the stone shouldn't be too hard. The matter of finding you again, but shouldn't be too hard."

…

Harrison stood at the edge of the platform, amidst everyone who was heading home for holidays. Small snowflakes fell from the grey sky as he watched the unorganized chaos before him. Draco stood next to him, in his winter black cloak, his breath forming a small mist in front of him, teeth chattering. He cast a warming charm on Draco in which Draco gave a small smile in return.

He caught Saeviour's eye. It wasn't hard as he was the only glasses wearer and his black hair was sticking up in every direction, before he looked away. He was not in the mood to deal with Saeviour as he was only going to bring trouble.

"Where do you think you're going?" His eyes caught sight of the pale blonde standing next to him, and his smirk only widened, "Going with your Death Eater friends... This is why daddy disowned you. You always hang out with death eater scum."

Harrison ignored his remark and merely stared ahead.

"See he's quiet; it means he admits it!" He heard Weasel say.

Harrison squeezed his hands into tiny fists as he said in the most neutral tone, "I'm not admitting anything. I'm tired of your childhood antics, so I'm choosing to ignore you…"

"Can't you just leave him alone, Saeviour?" He heard Granger say. He noticed her dark brown eyes looking at him for only a few moments before returning to Saeviour's. "He's not giving you the satisfaction you want."

"Why are you sympathetic towards the Death Eater, Hermione? Don't tell me you feel sorry for him… Have you forgotten who he really is?" Saeviour noticed; a pink blush formed on Hermione's cheeks. "He's just going to use you. That's what he does. That is what all Slytherins are good at. Besides, once he's done using you, he'll throw you on the side and you'll be all alone. You don't want that do you?"

Granger remained silent.

"I rest my case. If it wasn't because of us, you would be alone and have no friends… Besides, we wouldn't be anywhere without your wit, 'Mione."

Saeviour and the Weasel went to put their trunks onto the train, before boarding it. Hermione stood there, eyes casted downwards. She headed towards him and only took a few moments before she was next to him.

"I'm really sorry that he always bullies you… I don't think it's right that he does that to you," Granger said to him.

"Look, I don't want you to stand up for me. I could handle him myself," Harrison told her coldly, "Besides you're the one who still hangs out with you, and even if your sorry, you still hang around him."

Hermione looked back and noticed Saeviour and Weasel, waving at her through the widow on the train.

"Sorry," She told him… "Happy Christmas." With that, she left and went to board the train. He only stared at that spot where Granger was once standing, with a small frown on his lips. Muggle holidays.

Eventually, he and Draco got their trunks on the train and they boarded it. Open compartment doors leaked various conversations that were none too interesting. Most of the compartments were filled up as the pale blonde headed further down the train until he opened a compartment door that had several people in it already.

He noticed the dark skin-Blaise Zabini sitting next to the window with Theodore Nott right beside him. Pansy Parkinson, a pug-faced girl and short black hair sat on the other side of them. Draco tried to make an attempt in sitting next to Theodore, but Pansy grabbed his arm and He pulled him down right next to him. She was immediately attached to him, which caused Draco to pull her apart from his body. Harrison sat down right next to Theodore, watching the scene.

He knew Pansy really wanted to marry Draco and become a Malfoy. He also knew that Draco didn't reciprocate his feelings towards her and wouldn't marry her, even if she was the last girl on Earth. It would still be funny if the pug-faced girl got her claws on Draco, and the offsprings would probably be equally ugly if not more because of the possibility of her genes.

"Get off me!" Draco shrugged off Pansy, and immediately sat on the other side of the seat, getting away from Pansy's reach.

Pansy's dark eyes looked at him, and she asked in the most high-pitched voice that got on his nerves,

"Why did you bring him here, Drakey?"

"He's my friend, Pansy," Draco snapped.

Pansy looked away from him, her eyes looking at the window. He could see her lips move to say something quiet that he probably wasn't meant to hear, but he heard it anyway, "He's just so creepy, besides he terrifies me."

Harrison cleared his throat, "You know you shouldn't talk to people if you know that they are in the room with you… I thought a pureblood like you would know that?"

Pansy shrieked like a banshee when she realized that he actually heard her comment, and caused a feral grin on his face.

"Sorry," She added rather quickly, and avoided his eyes when she said that.

Theodore, Blaise and Draco started to talk about something that wasn't too interesting for him to really have his input in. Instead, he pulled out the book from the chamber, and flipped through the pages until he landed on the page that he was. It was a spell that he had been itching to use- a spell that hadn't been used in thousands of years. He knew it had to be one of Salazar's creations as no one alive would dare to use such a spell. It required a sacrifice, clever wand-waving skills and the correct incantation, which shouldn't be too hard.

He studied the book, until pressure started to build up in his head, so he was forced to put down the book for right now, until his headache went away. He looked at the window, watching the hills of the countryside go by quickly as the train raced by, heading to Kings Cross.

He noticed that people were staring at him, eyes narrowing, he questioned,

"What?"

"What are you planning to do over break?" Theodore asked.

"Read," Harrison told them.

"Are you sure you're not a Ravenclaw?" Pansy teased, "If that's all you're going to do during the break."

"I have my own plans that I don't feel the need to share with you," Harrison told them.

…

The train slowly came to a stop at King's Cross Station. Adults crowded the platform, eager to embrace their children, after being apart for a couple of months. He saw James Potter standing right next to the Weasleys. He quickly looked away and got up from his seat and walked off the train.

It was chaos when he got off the train. Parents with tears streaming down their face, as they embraced their children. Students struggling to get away. Laughter and various conversations were throughout the platform. Harrison looked away from all the various sights of affection and followed Draco through the crowd, until they finally reached a corner where he noticed two blondes- one female and one male.

Lady Malfoy had similar characteristics to the Black family. She was very pale with blue eyes and long blonde hair. She also possessed an arrogant look on her face that Harrison saw a couple of times on Blacks, besides the crazed glint which was strangely absent. She also looked similar to Bellatrix. Lord Malfoy had shoulder length blonde hair and grey eyes that were similar to Draco. He had a walking stick in his hand with a snake head that Harrison could only assume contained his wand.

"Mother, Father, this is Harrison who I talked about during my letters," Draco said.

"Pleased to meet you, Lord and Lady Malfoy," Harrison said, bowing slightly. "I'm Lord Harrison Peverell-Slytherin."

"Please meet you, Lord Peverell-Slytherin… I'm Lord Lucius Malfoy and this is my wife, Lady Narcissa Malfoy… Draco has written about you countless times when he mentioned that an ex-prisoner of Azkaban was sharing a dorm with him."

"An unfortunate precedent, but I also wouldn't trade it for anything as I was taught everything I know from them," Harrison told them.

"I'm pretty sure your former family would have had something to do with it," Lord Malfoy drawled. "Especially doing a public disownment like that… Most families would do that in private as it's a disgraceful thing."

"The Potters always had a flair of dramatics," Harrison said.

"Indeed."

Draco cleared his throat, "Perhaps we should head back to the manor and discuss these matters there?"

"Right," Lord Malfoy hummed.

They headed towards the floo stations. They each picked up a handful of floo powder and said, "Malfoy Manor." Green flames consumed them, and was a fast, whirring speed that made Harrison close his eyes as he passed through various fireplaces until his feet stumbled out of the fireplace and into the drawing room of Malfoy Manor.

Malfoy Manor was dimly lit with a long ornate table in the center of it. Two chandeliers hung from the ceiling- that were about thirty feet tall. A pipe organ sat in the corner end of the room, with an ornate, marble, mantel fireplace with a gilded mirror hanging on top of it. There were armchairs all around the room, with dark purple walls with portraits of pale blonde figures that Harrison assumed were past Malfoy members. Everything in this room screamed rich and no doubt that the rest of the manor was like this as well.

"Really lovely manor, Lord and Lady Malfoy," Harrison said.

"Thank you, Lord Peverell-Slytherin," Narcissa replied, a small smile forming on her features.

"You can just call me Harrison," He told them.

They nodded.

"Well then Harrison… We're pleasantly surprised that you chose to visit us. We thought you'd be like your former family," Lord Malfoy told him.

"Mother, Father, are you really interrogating him? He's my friend," Draco protested.

"It's fine, Draco…" Harrison brushed him off, "Besides I'm pretty sure they're curious about the sort of company you're hanging with… It is a parent's right to get to know their child's friends."

"Right you are," Lord Malfoy said.

"Draco, just go on without me… I'll find you as soon we're done chatting," Harrison told him.

Draco rolled his eyes, but headed out of the room, closing the door behind him. Harrison turned his gaze back towards Lord and Lady Malfoy.

"I don't have many relations with them… They abandoned me way before Azkaban and after I was sent there… They allowed it to happen. They didn't care for me in any way."

"You grew up with the imprisoned Death Eaters?" Lady Malfoy questioned.

"I did," Harrison confirmed.

"Did you see my sister or my niece perhaps?"

"I shared cells with them during my time there," Harrison told her.

"How is Elladora?" Narcissa questioned.

"Surviving… Just like everyone else in that hellhole."

Narcissa pursed her lips, and Harrison was about to turn on his heel, before he realized that he had no idea where the library was at.

"Where is the library, Lord Malfoy? I realize I want to do some research." Harrison asked.

"You can just call us Narcissa and Lucius," Lucius told him.

"Of course…"

"Libby!"

A small pop was heard echoing throughout the room. A house elf wearing a raggedy, old pillowcase with brown tennis ball shaped eyes, and large ears that hung down lowly. The house elf was really skinny, with bones protruding and standing in front of them.

"What could master need?" The house elf questioned.

"Show Harrison, where the library is at," Lucius ordered.

Harrison followed the house elf down equistate corridors. The corridors were dimly lit, with several statues and portraits from Draco's past ancestors. There were carpets covering the stone floor, and bronze door knobs on all the doors. Libby opened a set of wide, dark doors and Harrison stepped forth.

"The library," Libby announced, before disappearing in a white puff of smoke.

Malfoy's library was grand. Bookshelves lined with books, and scrolls- all categorized by section. Magic filled the air- several wards and protection spells keyed to Malfoys, no doubt. He walked further in, taking a look at the spines at the darker spells that were borderline grey, and the old spines. He touched a few of them on their spines, noting the lack of dust on them.

It wasn't until Harrison reached the back section, when he realized he felt dark magic near him.

What was a dark object laying out? Harrison thought.

He followed the dark magic until he found a black little book, with yellowing pages. There was no title or anything on it, besides in the little left hand corner with a name, T.M. Riddle. Dark Magic was on the object which made Harrison curious because it was a simple black book that looked like there no one had written anything in.

A suspension formed in his mind. There was no way, a book like this would have nothing on it. There were no spells that would conceal its content, but there was one way to figure it out. He spotted a quill from nearby and dunked it in black ink before he opened up a page- in the middle of the book.

He was unsure what to write, but a drop of ink spilled onto the yellowing pages. There was a splat of black ink on the pages before it disappeared like it never existed. He took his quill, pressed it to the page and wrote in his neat handwriting, Hello?

Just like the splat of ink, his words disappeared onto the page before a neat calligraphy appeared before him, words he didn't write. Hello, may I ask who is writing?

Harrison Peverell-Slytherin

Under it, he wrote, You are? And the words disappeared.

Strange. I was under the impression that there were no more Slytherin heirs besides myself. My name is Tom Riddle, how did you came across this diary?

Harrison narrowed his eyes. He already figured out that Tom Riddle referred to the Dark Lord; what were the Malfoys doing having an object that was obviously connected to the Dark Lord.

Inside the library of Malfoy's Manor.

The words disappeared, replaced with something different.

How are you connected with Slytherin? Came the reply afterwards.

Harrison pressed the quill into the pages, wondering whether or not to tell this inanimate object the truth. He wrote down what he knew without revealing too much of his life.

Spiritual adoption.

The pages remained blank, before Harrison asked a question that interested him.

How are you connected to the Dark Lord?

Update: Added details, fixed grammar mistakes, and a lot of stuff that I missed.