Title: Secrets can't be kept forever
Chapter: Much left to be seen
Summary: A mysterious young man has made his way into Hogwarts, but is he really who he seems to be? When the fate of the entire Wizarding and Muggle world rests upon his shoulders, will he make the right choice? -Alternate Universe-
Authors note: This is by my cousin, Epiphanys-curse and I. We wanted to come up with a story plot that no one has come up with. Obviously after our brilliant idea is put out others will want to use it. (lol just kidding). So with the help of my cousins brilliant grammar talent and our ideas put together hopefully we will have a grand masterpiece.
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"AHHH, another Potter I see. I was wondering when you would come to Hogwarts," the Hat announced to the entire Hall
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The once noisy halls now were silent as the grave and everyone stared up at the boy. Draik looked around, everyone was staring at him like he was an interesting painting in a museum. Some craned their heads in curiousness, others in disbelief and some, like Ronald Weasley, didn't have a clue what was going on.
"I'm hungry." Ron stated gruffly. He had just lifted his face up to see that a boy was sitting up on a stool with the sorting hat on.
"Hermione, what is he doing?" Ron asked.
"Don't you pay attention? We have a new student in our year," Hermione said continuing to look up at the sorting.
"Yes, but why is it so quiet?" He asked.
"The sorting hat just said another Potter has arrived, you know, like our teachers Lily and James Potter? The pair that lost their son when Voldemort attacked Godric's Hollow."
"What do you mean lost?"
"When Voldemort came and attacked their house, he left the Potter's alive and their baby boy disappeared, murdered they suspected. Shhh. I am watching the sorting."
Draik slid his eyes to his left to see two professors mouths drop open in horror and surprise. The women with flaming red hair clutched the ebony haired man beside her as tears began to stain her not so bright emerald eyes. The man was staring hard at the 5th year sitting atop the rickety stool, but said nothing.
"I am not a Potter, you lousy, good-for-nothing hat. I am a Riddle, Draik Riddle."
"Ahhh, if you say so. You have Potter blood in you, I can feel it." The hat said.
"Sort me already, I don't need to have a conversation with a hat."
"Hmm, you would do well in Gryffindor.."
"If you put me there, I will chop you up into little pieces," Draik warned.
"I would put you in Slytherin, but putting you in Gryffindor would be so much fun."
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted.
The Gryffindor table cheered slightly as Draik got up but instead of heading towards his new house table, he made his way to Dumbledore.
"I demand another sorting! That hat is crooked! It said I belong in Slytherin but it would be fun to put me in Gryffindor! I am going to chop that hat into pieces!" Draik screamed in fury.
"My dear boy, you only get one sorting. Please sit down," Dumbledore said smiling.
On the way down the steps Draik mumbled, "That sorting hat is going down."
"Hey Draik, come over and sit with us," a boy seated at the Slytherin table yelled.
Draik sighed with relief and walked over to sit with the Slytherins. Draik sat next to Draco who pushed over a pug faced Slytherin girl.
"Mad old hat," Draik mumbled.
"Well, Draik, that was quiet a surprise. Wonder what father will say," Draco whispered.
"THAT HAT IS MAD!" Draik yelled.
Everyone in the Great Hall turned to look at Draik again.
Dumbledore stood up, "Well, now that everything is in place, tuck in!"
Food appeared on all the empty platters and everyone started piling food on their golden plates. Draik felt a tap on his shoulder, "Mr. Riddle, please go sit with your house, that's the rule, you know," The stern professor said.
"And by what rule do I have to listen to a senile old woman like you?"
The Slytherins sitting around Draik began to snicker and giggle with glee.
"I, Mr. Riddle, am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, your
transfigurations teacher, 'and' your Head Of House." The stern witch replied coldly.
Draik mumbled something about the women being an old bat and made his way to the Gryffindor table.
He sat next to a red-haired, freckled boy and a brown bushy haired girl.
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger," she said smiling.
"Ron Weasley." The gangly boy said, sticking out a hand doused in chicken grease. Draik eyed the hand but didn't make a move to take it. The other boy didn't seem to mind as he went back to stuffing his face.
"So, you actually wanted to be put into Slytherin?"
Draik, who was still fascinated by the way Ron could finish his whole plate in one bite, turned towards a ditsy looking blonde girl sitting across from Hermione.
"Yes, Slytherin. My entire family has been in Slytherin, except for me. Lousy hat thought it would be funny."
"But didn't the hat say you had Potter blood in-"
"That's not TRUE!" Draik exclaimed, cutting off the girl and the conversation entirely.
When they were finished eating, Hermione said, " Come on, I'll show you the way to the common room."
Draco snickered at Draik as he walked by and whispered, "Watch out for the mudblood, she's dangerous."
Draik followed the girl Hermione and the boy Ron up some flights of stairs until they got to a portrait of a fat lady in a pink fluffy dress.
"Password?" the portrait asked.
"Wattlebird," Hermione said. The portrait swung open and they walked in. "Girls on the right and boys on the left. Now, curfew is at 9'o clock so don't go sneaking out. We could lose points."
The bossy muggle born climbed up the steps and left Draik to follow Ron up the other flight of stairs. Ron beckoned Draik to follow him through a large wooden door at the top revealing five four-poster beds with crimson drapes.
"Ok, the only unoccupied bed is next to the door and it looks like your stuff is already here. I'll introduce you to the guys when they get here."
No sooner had Ron said this than three boys walked in having a heated discussion about the upcoming Professional Quidditch match against the Appleby Arrows and Puddlemere United. Well, at least the first two were talking, the last boy was completely silent.
"Seamus, just because Wood's on the team this year doesn't mean he can match up against the Arrows' new chaser, you know, that one-" The three boys stopped abruptly when they saw Ron and Draik standing there.
"Hmm, hmm. Draik, this is Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom." Ron said, pointing to each boy in turn. Dean nodded, Seamus gave a hearty Scottish "Hello", while Neville only squeaked a bit.
"I'd watch out for Seamus, though. He's a heartbreaker," Ron whispered.
"Hey.Hey! I heard that:!"
Draik smiled a bit at the two and began to sort through the trunk at the foot of his bed, while Ron and Seamus continued to argue. He found his favorite pair of black silk boxers that had been a gift from his good friend Draco as a joke, and slowly began to undress. Right after he had taken off his shirt, a low whistle had caught his attention.
"I knew it."
Draik jerked towards the voice and came face to face with Neville. Neville's eyes were trained on the sickening black tattoo that marred Draiks left arm. Draik shifted his eyes from the Dark Mark to Neville's eyes. They were full of some unrecognizable fear and anger and his jaw was clenched, along with the fist now holding up Draiks arm.
"See? I told you he was a Death Eater!" Neville spat.
The other occupants of the room stayed quiet and waited for a response from Draik. The young Riddle let a smile play at his lips before wrenching his arm out of Neville's useless grip. He began to chuckle and soon it was out right guffawing. Neville watched in horror as Draik lifted his wand out of nowhere and pressed it against his neck.
"Now why didn't you believe me when I told you all I belonged in Slytherin? Yes, I am a Death Eater, and extremely proud of it! And as for you," Draik lowered his voice to a whisper only Neville could hear, "I suggest you don't tell a soul or the fate that was bestowed upon your parents will mysteriously fall upon you. Except you won't be as lucky, if you catch my drift."
Draik finished off looking up into Neville's eyes and smirked. The boy looked positively petrified! He shoved Neville away and finished getting ready, not bothering to look into the angry faces of his other housemates. He slid open the hangings and slid under the comforter. 'Well, it isn't silk, but its still warm,' he thought, vaguely listening to the sounds the other boys made before sleep took him.
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"Master, My son has just sent me an owl," Lucius Malfoy addressed his Lord.
"And?" Voldemort asked impatiently.
"Well, it says that when the sorting hat was placed on his head-"
"They had him SORTED?!" Voldemort hissed. "He was supposed to be automatically put into Slytherin!"
"Yes, sir, I know! But that isn't the worst of the news! When the hat was placed on his head it told everyone that he was a Potter!"
"WHAT!???!"
"Yes, isn't that interesting, My Lord? Your son, a Potter?"
"Yes, that is interesting." Voldemort mumbled, pacing around the parlor in deep concentration.
"But, my Lord, that's not all. He was also put into Gryffindor!!!"
Voldemort halted and turned slowly in Lucius' direction.
"GRYFFINDOR?" Voldemort let out a scream of rage. "Everything is ruined!"
"Sir, he put up a good fight. I still believe he can accomplish his goal, just with a few more obstacles."
The Dark Lord calmed down and let out a long sigh.
"I suppose you're right, Lucius. And what of the Potters?"
"Draco said that not a lot of contact has happened between them so far, but his first class is with James which leaves much left to be seen."
"I should be receiving a letter from Draik anytime now. Only then will we know.but for now.we wait."
"Yes, my Lord."
~TBC~
Chapter: Much left to be seen
Summary: A mysterious young man has made his way into Hogwarts, but is he really who he seems to be? When the fate of the entire Wizarding and Muggle world rests upon his shoulders, will he make the right choice? -Alternate Universe-
Authors note: This is by my cousin, Epiphanys-curse and I. We wanted to come up with a story plot that no one has come up with. Obviously after our brilliant idea is put out others will want to use it. (lol just kidding). So with the help of my cousins brilliant grammar talent and our ideas put together hopefully we will have a grand masterpiece.
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"AHHH, another Potter I see. I was wondering when you would come to Hogwarts," the Hat announced to the entire Hall
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The once noisy halls now were silent as the grave and everyone stared up at the boy. Draik looked around, everyone was staring at him like he was an interesting painting in a museum. Some craned their heads in curiousness, others in disbelief and some, like Ronald Weasley, didn't have a clue what was going on.
"I'm hungry." Ron stated gruffly. He had just lifted his face up to see that a boy was sitting up on a stool with the sorting hat on.
"Hermione, what is he doing?" Ron asked.
"Don't you pay attention? We have a new student in our year," Hermione said continuing to look up at the sorting.
"Yes, but why is it so quiet?" He asked.
"The sorting hat just said another Potter has arrived, you know, like our teachers Lily and James Potter? The pair that lost their son when Voldemort attacked Godric's Hollow."
"What do you mean lost?"
"When Voldemort came and attacked their house, he left the Potter's alive and their baby boy disappeared, murdered they suspected. Shhh. I am watching the sorting."
Draik slid his eyes to his left to see two professors mouths drop open in horror and surprise. The women with flaming red hair clutched the ebony haired man beside her as tears began to stain her not so bright emerald eyes. The man was staring hard at the 5th year sitting atop the rickety stool, but said nothing.
"I am not a Potter, you lousy, good-for-nothing hat. I am a Riddle, Draik Riddle."
"Ahhh, if you say so. You have Potter blood in you, I can feel it." The hat said.
"Sort me already, I don't need to have a conversation with a hat."
"Hmm, you would do well in Gryffindor.."
"If you put me there, I will chop you up into little pieces," Draik warned.
"I would put you in Slytherin, but putting you in Gryffindor would be so much fun."
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted.
The Gryffindor table cheered slightly as Draik got up but instead of heading towards his new house table, he made his way to Dumbledore.
"I demand another sorting! That hat is crooked! It said I belong in Slytherin but it would be fun to put me in Gryffindor! I am going to chop that hat into pieces!" Draik screamed in fury.
"My dear boy, you only get one sorting. Please sit down," Dumbledore said smiling.
On the way down the steps Draik mumbled, "That sorting hat is going down."
"Hey Draik, come over and sit with us," a boy seated at the Slytherin table yelled.
Draik sighed with relief and walked over to sit with the Slytherins. Draik sat next to Draco who pushed over a pug faced Slytherin girl.
"Mad old hat," Draik mumbled.
"Well, Draik, that was quiet a surprise. Wonder what father will say," Draco whispered.
"THAT HAT IS MAD!" Draik yelled.
Everyone in the Great Hall turned to look at Draik again.
Dumbledore stood up, "Well, now that everything is in place, tuck in!"
Food appeared on all the empty platters and everyone started piling food on their golden plates. Draik felt a tap on his shoulder, "Mr. Riddle, please go sit with your house, that's the rule, you know," The stern professor said.
"And by what rule do I have to listen to a senile old woman like you?"
The Slytherins sitting around Draik began to snicker and giggle with glee.
"I, Mr. Riddle, am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, your
transfigurations teacher, 'and' your Head Of House." The stern witch replied coldly.
Draik mumbled something about the women being an old bat and made his way to the Gryffindor table.
He sat next to a red-haired, freckled boy and a brown bushy haired girl.
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger," she said smiling.
"Ron Weasley." The gangly boy said, sticking out a hand doused in chicken grease. Draik eyed the hand but didn't make a move to take it. The other boy didn't seem to mind as he went back to stuffing his face.
"So, you actually wanted to be put into Slytherin?"
Draik, who was still fascinated by the way Ron could finish his whole plate in one bite, turned towards a ditsy looking blonde girl sitting across from Hermione.
"Yes, Slytherin. My entire family has been in Slytherin, except for me. Lousy hat thought it would be funny."
"But didn't the hat say you had Potter blood in-"
"That's not TRUE!" Draik exclaimed, cutting off the girl and the conversation entirely.
When they were finished eating, Hermione said, " Come on, I'll show you the way to the common room."
Draco snickered at Draik as he walked by and whispered, "Watch out for the mudblood, she's dangerous."
Draik followed the girl Hermione and the boy Ron up some flights of stairs until they got to a portrait of a fat lady in a pink fluffy dress.
"Password?" the portrait asked.
"Wattlebird," Hermione said. The portrait swung open and they walked in. "Girls on the right and boys on the left. Now, curfew is at 9'o clock so don't go sneaking out. We could lose points."
The bossy muggle born climbed up the steps and left Draik to follow Ron up the other flight of stairs. Ron beckoned Draik to follow him through a large wooden door at the top revealing five four-poster beds with crimson drapes.
"Ok, the only unoccupied bed is next to the door and it looks like your stuff is already here. I'll introduce you to the guys when they get here."
No sooner had Ron said this than three boys walked in having a heated discussion about the upcoming Professional Quidditch match against the Appleby Arrows and Puddlemere United. Well, at least the first two were talking, the last boy was completely silent.
"Seamus, just because Wood's on the team this year doesn't mean he can match up against the Arrows' new chaser, you know, that one-" The three boys stopped abruptly when they saw Ron and Draik standing there.
"Hmm, hmm. Draik, this is Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom." Ron said, pointing to each boy in turn. Dean nodded, Seamus gave a hearty Scottish "Hello", while Neville only squeaked a bit.
"I'd watch out for Seamus, though. He's a heartbreaker," Ron whispered.
"Hey.Hey! I heard that:!"
Draik smiled a bit at the two and began to sort through the trunk at the foot of his bed, while Ron and Seamus continued to argue. He found his favorite pair of black silk boxers that had been a gift from his good friend Draco as a joke, and slowly began to undress. Right after he had taken off his shirt, a low whistle had caught his attention.
"I knew it."
Draik jerked towards the voice and came face to face with Neville. Neville's eyes were trained on the sickening black tattoo that marred Draiks left arm. Draik shifted his eyes from the Dark Mark to Neville's eyes. They were full of some unrecognizable fear and anger and his jaw was clenched, along with the fist now holding up Draiks arm.
"See? I told you he was a Death Eater!" Neville spat.
The other occupants of the room stayed quiet and waited for a response from Draik. The young Riddle let a smile play at his lips before wrenching his arm out of Neville's useless grip. He began to chuckle and soon it was out right guffawing. Neville watched in horror as Draik lifted his wand out of nowhere and pressed it against his neck.
"Now why didn't you believe me when I told you all I belonged in Slytherin? Yes, I am a Death Eater, and extremely proud of it! And as for you," Draik lowered his voice to a whisper only Neville could hear, "I suggest you don't tell a soul or the fate that was bestowed upon your parents will mysteriously fall upon you. Except you won't be as lucky, if you catch my drift."
Draik finished off looking up into Neville's eyes and smirked. The boy looked positively petrified! He shoved Neville away and finished getting ready, not bothering to look into the angry faces of his other housemates. He slid open the hangings and slid under the comforter. 'Well, it isn't silk, but its still warm,' he thought, vaguely listening to the sounds the other boys made before sleep took him.
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"Master, My son has just sent me an owl," Lucius Malfoy addressed his Lord.
"And?" Voldemort asked impatiently.
"Well, it says that when the sorting hat was placed on his head-"
"They had him SORTED?!" Voldemort hissed. "He was supposed to be automatically put into Slytherin!"
"Yes, sir, I know! But that isn't the worst of the news! When the hat was placed on his head it told everyone that he was a Potter!"
"WHAT!???!"
"Yes, isn't that interesting, My Lord? Your son, a Potter?"
"Yes, that is interesting." Voldemort mumbled, pacing around the parlor in deep concentration.
"But, my Lord, that's not all. He was also put into Gryffindor!!!"
Voldemort halted and turned slowly in Lucius' direction.
"GRYFFINDOR?" Voldemort let out a scream of rage. "Everything is ruined!"
"Sir, he put up a good fight. I still believe he can accomplish his goal, just with a few more obstacles."
The Dark Lord calmed down and let out a long sigh.
"I suppose you're right, Lucius. And what of the Potters?"
"Draco said that not a lot of contact has happened between them so far, but his first class is with James which leaves much left to be seen."
"I should be receiving a letter from Draik anytime now. Only then will we know.but for now.we wait."
"Yes, my Lord."
~TBC~