Chapter 7
"You're my Grandmother," Once again he looked it the ecstatic blue eyes of his mother's mother. Although she looked no more than 20, it was quiet bizarre.
"Yes Harry, I am. Why else do you think I have been watching you with great interest and allowed you to come to realm. "
He ignored what she told him. "You were in love with Voldemort."
She sighed. "No, I was never in love with Voldemort. I was in love with an ambitious 19 year old boy name Tom Riddle. The same ambition I fell in love with, and the same ambitious that drove us apart and that turned him to Voldemort." She looked away. "As all my female ancestors, before me, I left this land and went in to your world at 20. There I met Tom and fell in love. I would have given up anything to be with him, even my title as Princess and future of queen. It did not matter as long as I was with him. Anyways he left me, to pursuit his own career, not knowing I was pregnant with his child. So when your mother was born. I could not return home with a love child and I could not rear in the wizarding world in fear that Voldemort would go looking for her. So I faked my death and left her at the doorsteps of Muggles and went home to return to my legacy. After I had agreed to become queen, My mother could leave and she did and age caught up with her. I never had a child after Lily. Each man who came to me, I felt nothing and kept comparing it to my love with Tom. So I remain here for what looks like forever." She took a deep breath. "I kept watch on her, Lily. She never knew I was her mother nor did I have the guts to tell her. Voldemort did though, he told her alright, and she hated him for it. I saw it all. I saw how she fell in love with your father, James Potter, and how she never had the guts to tell who her father was, and how she regretted lying to him. Then she had you of course. You made her so happy. She almost forgot her whole past. Than Voldemort continued that she had refused him as a father. So he hated her for it and wanted to destroy the 2 things that mattered most to her; you and your father. He manage to kill your father and his own daughter by accident but not you." She was crying now "I knew everything about your mother. I knew more than what any mothers know about their daughters but she. She did not know me."
"At least you knew what she was like. I'll never get to know." Harry said angrily "I am going to kill him, I swear, I will torture him for what he has done, not just to me and you, but to everybody." Amiaca nodded weakly, but it was obvious as much as she hated him, a part of her was still in love with him, and did not want him dead."
Though Harry was to angry to realize. But as Amiaca looked at her grandson she could not help to realize he was quite like his grandfather in many aspects. They both wanted to kill a male relative for something he did in the past. Voldemort had sworn to kill his father, as Harry was swearing to kill Voldemort. Both of them were ambitious and had the same passion of proving not to mention rule breaking. And to top it all they looked quite a like. Yet as much it amused her at the same time it scared her half to death. The thing Harry had seen in the fountain of water with him in the dark throne she had seen it in times before. Harry would likely go to the Dark side if he continued to act this way.
"Amicaca I have a question." Her thoughts drifted and she looked at the seventeen year old boy.
"Yes, Harry." She answered,
"Its about my friend Hermione." He said.
"Hermione Granger am I correct." She already knew she was
"Yes, I saw her with someone who has been nothing but trouble to her in the last few years. Altogether the image did not make much sense." She could tell he was slightly troubled.
"Ah yes Mr. Malfoy. This is going to be quite hard for you to fathom. I have been paying close attention to her. You see after you and your friend Ron were taken by Voldemort. Mrs. Granger got very depressed and by accident she and Mr. Malfoy conceived a child." Harry said nothing. He could no longer feel his legs which were falling him.
"I am going to kill Malfoy." There was no forgiveness in Harry's eye. "I fuckin swear I am going to kill him." With that he tore out of the room. Amiaca following him.
"Harry Wait." But he ignored her. Kept walking, he needed to save Hermione, the only person he truly would die for. "Harry would you wait." But he didn't. Finally she gave on him coming back on his own free will and incanted a spell, all the doors locked suddenly. Harry Hesitated and turned back.
"I need to return" His needed something to grasp on. Oh god he needed to hold something just to get all in anger out.
"I understand that, but you are acting to rashly. You cant go back there, not yet at least. It is going to take a lot of preparing on yours and other people, who will be willing to you. But most importantly you are to vengeful just like Voldemort was. He will get you if he's sees you like this. Don't you see? Your friend's baby is a trap. He does not want that child as a heir. He wants you. You are is heir, that child is a toy he will use to manipulate you. You are the most like him." She knew what she had said had hurt anyone with the slightest morals would be highly offended."
"No I am not. I am not anything like him." Harry eyes were glowering into his grandmother's. How dare she "He tried to kill me. Why would he want me alive much less as a heir."
She pondered his question. He was right Voldemort had only narrowly. She did not say anything and then slowly the realization daunted her face.
"He never tried to kill you. He didn't even use the killing curse." He was about to object right away. But she was right; The Aveda Kadbra spell was so precise that it would kill you even if you were several feet away. He had just knocked him out. Voldemort would of also checked if he was dead. He knew, He let Harry get away on purpose. But Harry would never serve Voldemort, he would never be controlled by Power or control it. Or would he? The image he had seen suggested it.
"You know this all along. You knew I am going to be the next Voldemort. Kill me, before I destroy the lives of others and bring any more harm to others." She stared at him blankly "Go on do it." Harry closed his eyes but he knew she would not do it.
"Listen to me, that fountain only shows the future of that moment. But it changes all the time. If you had left at there very moment, Yes you would of most likely been the next Dark Lord. But things change Harry, the future is decided by the present. If you change the present then the future alongside with it." She continued "Things change, Harry, and they are always going to be changing." Harry stared into the bright blue eyes of his mother's mother. She was truly one of the most wisest of all the people he had meet in his lifetime. "You will stay the night and tomorrow, I will give you a wand and transport you wherever you intend to go. Sleep well." With that she turned away and called for one of her maids to set up a bed for Harry in one of the rooms.
But Harry did not sleep well that night in fact far from it. It was first impossible to get asleep and when he did all he could do was have nightmares on all things that could have or still might happen. The boy and girl he had seen from the image. One represented evil, and the other good. He also pictured Amiaca telling him how he had let her down. So he woke up early that mourning, knowing that he was no longer a boy but a man.
It was a brief mourning. He and Amiaca ate together but in silence. Both of them dared not speak either. Yet after their plates were taken away they had no choice but to talk.
"Harry Before you go back out, I want you to promise me that you will never tell anyone of my land or of my existence. If this information is released the Dark Lord will come and disturb the peace and I cant have that happen. He thinks I am dead, and I rather keep it that way." What she was saying made complete sense and Harry nodded in agreement. "I also want you to be careful of who you trust, there will be those dedicated to you and dedicated in deceiving you. Choose your friends wisely." Harry did not say anything and allowed Amiaca to continue. "The most important thing I will tell you, is that there will come a time when you will meet up with the Dark Lord. He will be tactic and will try to get you to join the Dark Lord. He will anger you, and when this happens you must think positive and don't let him get to you. Because if he does your worst fears will become reality, you will become the next Dark Lord." There was awkward silence.
Suddenly She started to shake her eyes started to roll and she fell to the floor. Harry screamed in surprise. A maid came in, and slowly lifted her mistress to the chair. The Maid did not show one sign of a expression and it irritated Harry. Why couldn't they show the slightest emotion? But his focus went back to Amiaca, whose body had stopped moving and had gone blank, slowly her eyelids moved up only to see the face of her worried grandson.
She said very feebly as she forced the words out of her mouth. "He moves quicky, already taken over much of Britain. Be careful. He rides with great haste." She started shaking again. "Half Good, Half Evil, is the blood and blossom of the womb" once again she forced herself to speak "You must leave quickly, take your grandfather's second wand it is in the left drawer in my room. The maids will take you to a transportation device that will take you wherever you tell it. Be careful." With that she went into a deep slumber. Harry screamed for the maid who had already come back prepared.
Harry rushed out of the room and in to Amiaca's. He had never been inside it before and it was quite magnificent. He quickly found the left drawer. Along with it were dried up and practically ancient roses. Yet the thing that is caught his attention immediately was a photo of the couple. It was in black and white, both of them looking in to each other's eyes. He saw Amiaca's head leaned up against Tom's shoulder his arm around her waste. It was obvious they were deeply in love at the time. There was other picture that of a baby with red wine hair, his mother he assumed.
He took the wand, somewhat nervously since the last time he had gotten a new wand, it had taken almost forever to find. He waved the wand and couldn't help to smile when several red and gold sprinted out.
Now all he had to find was the transporting device she said that there would be maids waiting. But where? However just as he was thinking this two elegant women apperared and summoned him over, and he did so. They lead him out of the palace in to what appeared to be a garden.
While they were doing this he desperately thought where he wanted to go. If truth be told the only thing he wanted to do was to save Hermione and Ron and all the other Gryffindors, but he just couldn't do that. Nor could he go to the burrow, Lucious Malfoy would have seen it was destroy.
There was not much time, He stood on a stone circlualr floor that seemed to be swirling. So without really thinking to much. he screamed out his destination
"The Leaky Caldron"
All night Ron had thought up of ways of Revolting. Each way sounded stupider than the next. All their wands had been burnt so there was no way in getting them back. Which really only left them with kitchen knives which would do little in their scenario.
The next mourning several of the 6th grade Gryffindors were informed of the new revolution plan. They were careful who to tell. Ginny Weasly was one of the few informed.
"I am not sure Ron, It is practically impossible." She told her brother so frankly the second she was told.
"But He who must not be named, and most of the other death eaters have left." Ron argued back to his only sister.
"Still with Harry and Hermione gone, its going to be really hard." Ginny argued back, she was obviously nervous of what would happen if they failed and she even asked "And If fail then what?"
"I rather die trying to revolt against Voldemort, than do nothing about it" Ginny did not even bother arguing with her brother and his notorious temper. Anyways most people did share the same views of Ron and had done some extensive thinking on it.
That Mourning, they talked on ways of revolting. None of the ideas made sense from poison to seducing, none of them would work.
"Maybe we should just wait for Harry." Said Dean after their hopeless meeting
"No, He left us. He needs to get away. We should be the last thing on his mind." Everyone was a taken back from what Ron had just said. Nobody said anything. It was clear that Ron was slightly jealous that Harry had escaped from the Dark Lord Again and now everybody expected Harry to save the day. Why couldn't people just trust that he would do just as decent job as Harry.
Hermione Looked at a mirror and saw her hair which layed in knots and looked completely ratty. It was growing longer and untamed. She still wore the same robes, that had stained from the food and smelt awful. She herself also ranked after not bathing for weeks. She hated being in such a mess. Her life was over as she knew it, so she might as well kill herself and put a end to it all. That would Shock Malfoy and ass of a father, she would deny everything they had set up for the child. She looked at a window that was made out of glass. More than once she had looked in, awaiting the return of Harry but it never occurred. It looked he was never going to comeback. for her. With her fist, she broke the window, leaving her hand embarked with blood. The whole now in the window shattered, Yet not broken. So once more she used her fist to completely shatter the glass which it did. Her arm drenched with blood she prepared to jump. She sat on the panel of the window but then something happened.
She felt the child move (A/N I know this does not happen this early in most pregnancies) She placed her hands on her stomach and felt the kicking. She could not jump, because that's only was a coward's fate, plus her baby. She could not kill this baby, it did not deserve to die, countless of the evil things it would perform once it got older.
Suddenly she heard the door knob turn. Out of pure surprise, she lost her balance. Her body itself was now off the panel. She was her two hands now sweating were gripping the edge of the window. She tried to push up, but couldn't. One hand slipped off. Oh god why had she even thought of killing herself. The last hand was beginning to loose grip. She screamed for help, and a second later she felt her hand slip away from the panel.
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"You're my Grandmother," Once again he looked it the ecstatic blue eyes of his mother's mother. Although she looked no more than 20, it was quiet bizarre.
"Yes Harry, I am. Why else do you think I have been watching you with great interest and allowed you to come to realm. "
He ignored what she told him. "You were in love with Voldemort."
She sighed. "No, I was never in love with Voldemort. I was in love with an ambitious 19 year old boy name Tom Riddle. The same ambition I fell in love with, and the same ambitious that drove us apart and that turned him to Voldemort." She looked away. "As all my female ancestors, before me, I left this land and went in to your world at 20. There I met Tom and fell in love. I would have given up anything to be with him, even my title as Princess and future of queen. It did not matter as long as I was with him. Anyways he left me, to pursuit his own career, not knowing I was pregnant with his child. So when your mother was born. I could not return home with a love child and I could not rear in the wizarding world in fear that Voldemort would go looking for her. So I faked my death and left her at the doorsteps of Muggles and went home to return to my legacy. After I had agreed to become queen, My mother could leave and she did and age caught up with her. I never had a child after Lily. Each man who came to me, I felt nothing and kept comparing it to my love with Tom. So I remain here for what looks like forever." She took a deep breath. "I kept watch on her, Lily. She never knew I was her mother nor did I have the guts to tell her. Voldemort did though, he told her alright, and she hated him for it. I saw it all. I saw how she fell in love with your father, James Potter, and how she never had the guts to tell who her father was, and how she regretted lying to him. Then she had you of course. You made her so happy. She almost forgot her whole past. Than Voldemort continued that she had refused him as a father. So he hated her for it and wanted to destroy the 2 things that mattered most to her; you and your father. He manage to kill your father and his own daughter by accident but not you." She was crying now "I knew everything about your mother. I knew more than what any mothers know about their daughters but she. She did not know me."
"At least you knew what she was like. I'll never get to know." Harry said angrily "I am going to kill him, I swear, I will torture him for what he has done, not just to me and you, but to everybody." Amiaca nodded weakly, but it was obvious as much as she hated him, a part of her was still in love with him, and did not want him dead."
Though Harry was to angry to realize. But as Amiaca looked at her grandson she could not help to realize he was quite like his grandfather in many aspects. They both wanted to kill a male relative for something he did in the past. Voldemort had sworn to kill his father, as Harry was swearing to kill Voldemort. Both of them were ambitious and had the same passion of proving not to mention rule breaking. And to top it all they looked quite a like. Yet as much it amused her at the same time it scared her half to death. The thing Harry had seen in the fountain of water with him in the dark throne she had seen it in times before. Harry would likely go to the Dark side if he continued to act this way.
"Amicaca I have a question." Her thoughts drifted and she looked at the seventeen year old boy.
"Yes, Harry." She answered,
"Its about my friend Hermione." He said.
"Hermione Granger am I correct." She already knew she was
"Yes, I saw her with someone who has been nothing but trouble to her in the last few years. Altogether the image did not make much sense." She could tell he was slightly troubled.
"Ah yes Mr. Malfoy. This is going to be quite hard for you to fathom. I have been paying close attention to her. You see after you and your friend Ron were taken by Voldemort. Mrs. Granger got very depressed and by accident she and Mr. Malfoy conceived a child." Harry said nothing. He could no longer feel his legs which were falling him.
"I am going to kill Malfoy." There was no forgiveness in Harry's eye. "I fuckin swear I am going to kill him." With that he tore out of the room. Amiaca following him.
"Harry Wait." But he ignored her. Kept walking, he needed to save Hermione, the only person he truly would die for. "Harry would you wait." But he didn't. Finally she gave on him coming back on his own free will and incanted a spell, all the doors locked suddenly. Harry Hesitated and turned back.
"I need to return" His needed something to grasp on. Oh god he needed to hold something just to get all in anger out.
"I understand that, but you are acting to rashly. You cant go back there, not yet at least. It is going to take a lot of preparing on yours and other people, who will be willing to you. But most importantly you are to vengeful just like Voldemort was. He will get you if he's sees you like this. Don't you see? Your friend's baby is a trap. He does not want that child as a heir. He wants you. You are is heir, that child is a toy he will use to manipulate you. You are the most like him." She knew what she had said had hurt anyone with the slightest morals would be highly offended."
"No I am not. I am not anything like him." Harry eyes were glowering into his grandmother's. How dare she "He tried to kill me. Why would he want me alive much less as a heir."
She pondered his question. He was right Voldemort had only narrowly. She did not say anything and then slowly the realization daunted her face.
"He never tried to kill you. He didn't even use the killing curse." He was about to object right away. But she was right; The Aveda Kadbra spell was so precise that it would kill you even if you were several feet away. He had just knocked him out. Voldemort would of also checked if he was dead. He knew, He let Harry get away on purpose. But Harry would never serve Voldemort, he would never be controlled by Power or control it. Or would he? The image he had seen suggested it.
"You know this all along. You knew I am going to be the next Voldemort. Kill me, before I destroy the lives of others and bring any more harm to others." She stared at him blankly "Go on do it." Harry closed his eyes but he knew she would not do it.
"Listen to me, that fountain only shows the future of that moment. But it changes all the time. If you had left at there very moment, Yes you would of most likely been the next Dark Lord. But things change Harry, the future is decided by the present. If you change the present then the future alongside with it." She continued "Things change, Harry, and they are always going to be changing." Harry stared into the bright blue eyes of his mother's mother. She was truly one of the most wisest of all the people he had meet in his lifetime. "You will stay the night and tomorrow, I will give you a wand and transport you wherever you intend to go. Sleep well." With that she turned away and called for one of her maids to set up a bed for Harry in one of the rooms.
But Harry did not sleep well that night in fact far from it. It was first impossible to get asleep and when he did all he could do was have nightmares on all things that could have or still might happen. The boy and girl he had seen from the image. One represented evil, and the other good. He also pictured Amiaca telling him how he had let her down. So he woke up early that mourning, knowing that he was no longer a boy but a man.
It was a brief mourning. He and Amiaca ate together but in silence. Both of them dared not speak either. Yet after their plates were taken away they had no choice but to talk.
"Harry Before you go back out, I want you to promise me that you will never tell anyone of my land or of my existence. If this information is released the Dark Lord will come and disturb the peace and I cant have that happen. He thinks I am dead, and I rather keep it that way." What she was saying made complete sense and Harry nodded in agreement. "I also want you to be careful of who you trust, there will be those dedicated to you and dedicated in deceiving you. Choose your friends wisely." Harry did not say anything and allowed Amiaca to continue. "The most important thing I will tell you, is that there will come a time when you will meet up with the Dark Lord. He will be tactic and will try to get you to join the Dark Lord. He will anger you, and when this happens you must think positive and don't let him get to you. Because if he does your worst fears will become reality, you will become the next Dark Lord." There was awkward silence.
Suddenly She started to shake her eyes started to roll and she fell to the floor. Harry screamed in surprise. A maid came in, and slowly lifted her mistress to the chair. The Maid did not show one sign of a expression and it irritated Harry. Why couldn't they show the slightest emotion? But his focus went back to Amiaca, whose body had stopped moving and had gone blank, slowly her eyelids moved up only to see the face of her worried grandson.
She said very feebly as she forced the words out of her mouth. "He moves quicky, already taken over much of Britain. Be careful. He rides with great haste." She started shaking again. "Half Good, Half Evil, is the blood and blossom of the womb" once again she forced herself to speak "You must leave quickly, take your grandfather's second wand it is in the left drawer in my room. The maids will take you to a transportation device that will take you wherever you tell it. Be careful." With that she went into a deep slumber. Harry screamed for the maid who had already come back prepared.
Harry rushed out of the room and in to Amiaca's. He had never been inside it before and it was quite magnificent. He quickly found the left drawer. Along with it were dried up and practically ancient roses. Yet the thing that is caught his attention immediately was a photo of the couple. It was in black and white, both of them looking in to each other's eyes. He saw Amiaca's head leaned up against Tom's shoulder his arm around her waste. It was obvious they were deeply in love at the time. There was other picture that of a baby with red wine hair, his mother he assumed.
He took the wand, somewhat nervously since the last time he had gotten a new wand, it had taken almost forever to find. He waved the wand and couldn't help to smile when several red and gold sprinted out.
Now all he had to find was the transporting device she said that there would be maids waiting. But where? However just as he was thinking this two elegant women apperared and summoned him over, and he did so. They lead him out of the palace in to what appeared to be a garden.
While they were doing this he desperately thought where he wanted to go. If truth be told the only thing he wanted to do was to save Hermione and Ron and all the other Gryffindors, but he just couldn't do that. Nor could he go to the burrow, Lucious Malfoy would have seen it was destroy.
There was not much time, He stood on a stone circlualr floor that seemed to be swirling. So without really thinking to much. he screamed out his destination
"The Leaky Caldron"
All night Ron had thought up of ways of Revolting. Each way sounded stupider than the next. All their wands had been burnt so there was no way in getting them back. Which really only left them with kitchen knives which would do little in their scenario.
The next mourning several of the 6th grade Gryffindors were informed of the new revolution plan. They were careful who to tell. Ginny Weasly was one of the few informed.
"I am not sure Ron, It is practically impossible." She told her brother so frankly the second she was told.
"But He who must not be named, and most of the other death eaters have left." Ron argued back to his only sister.
"Still with Harry and Hermione gone, its going to be really hard." Ginny argued back, she was obviously nervous of what would happen if they failed and she even asked "And If fail then what?"
"I rather die trying to revolt against Voldemort, than do nothing about it" Ginny did not even bother arguing with her brother and his notorious temper. Anyways most people did share the same views of Ron and had done some extensive thinking on it.
That Mourning, they talked on ways of revolting. None of the ideas made sense from poison to seducing, none of them would work.
"Maybe we should just wait for Harry." Said Dean after their hopeless meeting
"No, He left us. He needs to get away. We should be the last thing on his mind." Everyone was a taken back from what Ron had just said. Nobody said anything. It was clear that Ron was slightly jealous that Harry had escaped from the Dark Lord Again and now everybody expected Harry to save the day. Why couldn't people just trust that he would do just as decent job as Harry.
Hermione Looked at a mirror and saw her hair which layed in knots and looked completely ratty. It was growing longer and untamed. She still wore the same robes, that had stained from the food and smelt awful. She herself also ranked after not bathing for weeks. She hated being in such a mess. Her life was over as she knew it, so she might as well kill herself and put a end to it all. That would Shock Malfoy and ass of a father, she would deny everything they had set up for the child. She looked at a window that was made out of glass. More than once she had looked in, awaiting the return of Harry but it never occurred. It looked he was never going to comeback. for her. With her fist, she broke the window, leaving her hand embarked with blood. The whole now in the window shattered, Yet not broken. So once more she used her fist to completely shatter the glass which it did. Her arm drenched with blood she prepared to jump. She sat on the panel of the window but then something happened.
She felt the child move (A/N I know this does not happen this early in most pregnancies) She placed her hands on her stomach and felt the kicking. She could not jump, because that's only was a coward's fate, plus her baby. She could not kill this baby, it did not deserve to die, countless of the evil things it would perform once it got older.
Suddenly she heard the door knob turn. Out of pure surprise, she lost her balance. Her body itself was now off the panel. She was her two hands now sweating were gripping the edge of the window. She tried to push up, but couldn't. One hand slipped off. Oh god why had she even thought of killing herself. The last hand was beginning to loose grip. She screamed for help, and a second later she felt her hand slip away from the panel.
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