The room went silent at once. Malfoy and Violet were smirking vividly, Sirius looks at Dumbledore as if he'd gone mad, Hermione had teary eyes, and Ron doubled over and fell on the floor. Harry just closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He never ever wants to be reminded of his fate again. Looking in to the situation, he didn't want to be Riddle's mate anymore. Not that he ever did before, however, he didn't mind as much as he does now.
" Dumbledore..." Sirius begins hesitantly. " Are you serious? I mean...H-Harry? They're bind together...forever?"
" However long forever lasts. Yes, Sirius, they are together." Dumbledore smiles grimly and looks at Harry, who looked as though the world was misearably ending.
" But..Tom...Is he going to be staying here?" asks Hermione quietly, her eyes pleading for the answer she hoped to hear.
" Yes, Ms. Granger. He'll be staying in the Gryffindor Dormitories for the previous month. Then, if all goes well, He and Harry will be able to get...seperate chambers. Yes, together. The furniture and room is yet to be decided. It will all depend on how the duo feel."
" Will it help if I say I am not going fifty kilometers radius of anywhere near Riddle?" asks Harry a bit bitterly. " I really do not want to associate with anyone like him, if you follow me."
Dumbledore's smile disappears and he sighs heavily. " Harry, you must understand, this must be done! This isn't about what you want to do, but of what needs to be done. We're not using you in any way, and since we're not, I ask of you to accomodate to him. At least make some contact in any way."
" How will he do that, Albus?" asks Sirius casually. " Have him visit the boy every weekend; perhaps even have Tom come to the school for dinner?"
" There is no need for your sarcasm, Sirius," says Dumbledore quite sternly, as though talking with young children that are on his last nerve. " I have visited Tom today and I asked him to arrive here tomorrow and stay here until Harry finishes his Education. He has already given me a response this late afternoon just before you all arrived, and has agreed to stay here for as long as he needs to."
" He said that: Riddle said that," says Harry in a statement sounding disbelieving.
" Dear, boy," says Dumbledore kindly. " What does Tom call you?"
In my dreams or...> Harry slightly smiles from his thought but then conceals it a moment later. What has Tom called him during their previous two meetings? Easy. Suddenly his cheeks flush light pink. Malfoy and Violet were sniggering softly. Okay, not so easy. " Well, sir," he begins shyly. " He-he once called me ' my heart' a-and ' love'...alot of times." Harry just wanted to crawl into a corner and die. It was so humiliating. Malfoy and Violet were passed sniggering to surpressed hysterical giggling; Ron looked into the fire, giggling also; Hermione smiles sweetly; Sirius nods with a faint smile; and Dumbledore laughs softly.
" Ah, see, Harry? Judging by how pink you are-" This made Harry turn red and the two Slytherins just smiled widely. "- it seems as though Tom were sincere. Were he not?"
" He was, sir," responds Harry, suddenly feeling warm inside.
" And he still is," come six soft responses.
I know,> thinks Harry gently I know.>
~*~
After Harry had finished telling them about his encounter with Riddle the night the Dursely's died, he suddenly felt alot better; becaues now he understood why Riddle did it all. It somehow atoned his anger towards Riddle, and if the other teen was willing to apologize for actions that were natural, however did not apologize just to make Harry feel better, than he would gladly accept it, and start off on a new clean slate with Tom Riddle. The others were silent as in thought, but they all unterstood as well, and no questions of miscomperhension cross their minds.
" Oh, and there is one more thing," says Dumbledore as an after thought. " I have been debating whether or not I should tell you all, since not even the Death Eaters know, but, Tom is an unregistered Animagus."
Sirius slightly pales, Harry and Ron looked as so there were just so many surprises, the two Slytherins and Hermione felt the same.
" Ah, yes. Young Tom had accomplished this in his seventh year, I believe he told me. He is able to change into an eight foot Whiteskin ridgeback." The were small gasps of deep shock in the room. " A very rare creature indeed. However, to know it is him, you must see if it has flaming ruby eyes; for normal Whiteskins have deep green eyes. How he achieved this, I do not know. But it is great none the less."
One surprise after another, I see,> thinks Harry. Pretty soon Dumbledore will be asking if I'm an Animagus. Which I am>. He, Ron, and Hermione found this book last year on becoming an Animagus, and they worked on it all year ot transform. Just this year at the Burrow for the summer, they had finished brewing it and they had successfully become the animal that they wanted.
" I believe you have something to share, Ms. Violet and Mr. Malfoy?" says Dumbeldore kindly. The duo were not expecting this since they looked astounded and defiant all the same.
" P-Professor," begins Malfoy looking defensive. " I really don't..."
" They...they should know," cuts in Violet at Malfoy's hesitation. She looks around and exhales deeply. " W-We're an Animagus." Dumbledore smiles knowingly, the Gryffindors look shocked, and Sirius just groans. " I'm able to become raven, and Draco is able to transform into a white eagle. We have been able to do this since last summer after our fourth year."
" Great, now we have a bunch of animals around Hogwarts," says Ron quite sarcastically. " Now I really have to watch my back, however, Malfoy, I'm surprised you haven't chosen to be a ferret. It suits you very we-"
" There, There, Weasel! I know you want a little rodent playmate, but you just have to look elsewhere." Malfoy's comeback is just as witty as Ron's, and he was turning red with anger.
" For your informztion, Ferret boy, I'm a-"
" Ron!" shout Harry and Hermione at the same time. The Weasley son suddenly looks embarassed and shrunk into his chair.
" If you have secrets, please share them now," prompts Dumbledore kindly with an all too big of a smile.
" Damn, you guys," curses Ron. " I'm sorry I let slip."
" It's okay," sighs Harry. " They had to know, after all." He takes a deep breath " TigerWolfFox," mutters harry in the speed of light.
" What?" demands Sirius. " You mean you all are able to transform?" Hermione, Ron, and Harry nod shamefully.
" We meant to tell you-"
" It all happened so soon-"
" -found this book-"
" -the rest is history-"
" -worked on it for almost two years!"
The headmaster holds his hand up for silence. " Yes quite interesting indeed. Now, please be more descriptive of your animal."
Hermione nods and transforms into a light brown fox with a bushy tail. She had natural fox brown eyes and fur. Only until did the fox bare it's teeth that the incizors were larger than normal. Malfoy and Violet were slightly sniggering at this fact, and Hermione changes back.
" My front teeth are large than normal, sir," says Hermione blushing. " It..err...portrays mine...as they were before...even though they don't now."
" Yes, I see," says Dumbledore and looks at Ron, who nods in return. He tranforms into a Wolf with chestnut fur and brown markings on it's face that indicated freckles. His eyes were also blue and they sparkle with pride as Ron changes back again.
" My freckles, sir, as you have seen."
The ancient wizard looks at Harry, who flushes and looks at Sirius, who urges him with a nod. Harry exhales and he takes the form of a great Siberian Tiger. Places were scattered with few slashes of black, and on his forehead there is a very visible lightning bolt, darkened like a mark and looking natural. The expressions on everyone's face was dumbfounded, for Harry looked powerful and dominating. He changes back and resits onto his chair.
" I don't know why I have not the markings of my glasses," he whispers and touches his scar. " But I have got this one, and it does make me look quite familiar."
" Well, Harry," says Sirius quietly. " we have no conrtol over the markings, or the features that resemble us. However, if the person has no markings, it would take on some of their appearenses. For example Hermione, and Tom." He looks at the two Slytherins who were gaping still at Harry. However, Sirius could care less. " I suppose you two have no markings? But at least eye color, yes?"
Violet and Malfoy nod dumbly and then turn to Proffessor Dumbledore. " Sir," begins Violet. " when you visited Tom today, did you see a design on the back of his cloak?"
" Perhaps of a white tiger and a white dragon crossing each other in the middle?" adds Malfoy. " The dragon breathes fire, as the tiger breathes stream."
Dumbledore ponders for a moment, but then in no less than a minute: he nodds. " Yes, yes, I have." His gaze is halted and he looks at everyone with realization, then it disappears. " It's getting late, you all. And I'm sorry to delay you. I would stay and talk more, however, Harry has a train to catch at ten in the morning.Ii ask that you meet me here alone, Harry, tomorrow at nine-thirty. Understood?"
" Yes, Professor," replies Harry as he and his friends, and the duo, exit the office for bed, bidding goodnight to everyone in the room
" Albus, what was that about?" asks Sirius when the students close the door securely behind them. " What more is there to say?"
Dumbledore walks behind his desk and opens a drawer. There is a large worn leather-bound book. In red silvery letters it reads : The Greatest Known Prophesys of All Time. He reaches in and takes it out, then settling it on his desk. " This is a book I found by chance a month ago as I was seeking the place to use the restroom. I was walking around a corridor, when I found a slot in the base of a suit of armour. I reached in and I found this book covered in heavy dust. It's very interesting, and this is where I learned most of my knowledge about the bond that Tom and Harry share. And if I'm right about the animals that those two are able to transform to be, then we are dealing with alot more than I thought.
~*~
" Hey, Violet," calls Harry as they travel out of the passage way and into the corridor. The Duo Slytherins stop and turn around. Violet cocks her eyebrows impatiently to show she was listening. " Um, I gotta ask you something."
" First, boxers or briefs, Potter, and what color?"
" I'm serious, Hydra."
" Ah, first name terms." Violet looks at Malfoy beside her. " That does seem to be leaning on the briefs side. Hey, uh, what's the fabric?" she calls back to Harry.
The Gryffindor glares at Hydra, and then he smirks. " You're no where near it, Hydra. I go commando." He turns just enough to wink at Ron and Hermione, who begin to giggle madly at the expression their rivals have. Malfoy paled like a ghost and Violet blushed as red as a tomato. At that, the sound of laughter fills the halls.
" I'm just joking," chokes out Harry. " But anyway. I need to ask you something. Why did Riddle not want you to mention our...relationship?"
Violet crosses her arms and glares. " Not funny, and he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable about the whole thing." And with that, she and Malfoy left without another word.
The Gryffindor trio walk through the potriat hole silently. By the empty air, Harry figures that they weren't taking it too well, or they were still debating to accept it. How do you react when your best friend is to be with someone who killed millions, and is the most feared person in the world? They pause in the common room and stand in solitude for a while. Hermione finally sighs and speaks up.
" You know, I guess that since this is something meant to be, I don't mind it as much." She looks at Harry, who looks eternally grateful. " Just, errr... well time will tell, and I'm sure we'll adjust to it sooner or later. I just wish you the best of luck, and keep him in line." A bright smile crosses her lips. " Goodnight you two," and she leaves to the Girls' Dormitories.
Harry and Ron head up to their room and slowly open the door as to not wake Dean, Seamus, and Neville. They enter and walk to their beds and sit on them, as though trying to say something. Harry just unbottons his robe and throws it aside and lays down. He knew Ron would have trouble accepting this, since he absolutely hates Tom for kidnapping his sister in their second year.
" Ron, listen. I really don't want this myself, and you don't have to either,." Harry sighs and sits up against his headboard. " You're probably gonna be seeing Riddle everyday, but you certainly don't have to be his friend. I'll always be yours. A-And if you decide to do anything drastic, remember that one: He's an arse so it's natural for him." Ron sniggers lightly and then stops abruptly. " Two: he doesn't mean it, he's either jealous or in a bad mood. Three: he's mad because I spend more time with you. Four: He's egotistic and full of himself. Five: he is still Lord Voldemort. Six: he doesn't know about the whole Ginny affair. And Seven: he's a Slytherin." He could see Ron smile and nodd in understanding.
" So, it'll be alright with you if I just beat him up?"
" Hey, it's not just me, but what Riddle might do. He specializes in dark arts, and he won't hesitate. But I doubt he'll kill you, but you can never be too sure though." Harry lays back down and looks at the ceiling, wondering if he was going to have the dream with Riddle tonight. However, back at the train station...
" Harry, do you like Riddle?"
" You'll see tommorrow, Ron," says Harry sleepily as he takes off his glasses and sets them on his nightstand. " We'll all see."
~*~
The next morning, Harry woke up feeling empty. He had a dreamless sleep, and nothing had disturbed him. Except this morning he was quite annoyed that he didn't have the dream, for some reason. It left him to feel incomplete and disappointed. Harry wipes this away from his mind and looks his clock. It reads seven fifty, and he was just able to get ready and go down to eat. Looking beside him, he could see that Ron left, and so was his Nimbus 2001 broomstick. Harry grabbs a clean set of robes and walks into the shower.
Down in the Great Hall, several students were there and the room is silent. Harry sits down in his usaul seat and picks out muffins, bacon, and over-easy eggs to eat. His appetite was alittle lost and he didn't feel much like eating anyways. Finishing his orange juice and his remaining breakfast, he leaves to Dumbledore's office. It is now nine-ten, and he decides to steer to the library for a while. Sure enough, Hermione was there, slightly hidden behind a pile of books.
" Hello, 'Moine," mutters Harry as he takes a seat across from her. Hermione makes space through her books just enough to see the speaker's face.
" Morning Harry," she says brightly. " Did you sleep well?"
Too well as a matter of fact.> " I have less of a burden since you and Ron know. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It's just that I would have used over two feet of scroll just to explain it all."
" True but at least we know now." She sighs and finishes her last word. " Ah, excellent. I'm done." Her gaze sets on Harry as she moves her work to the side. " You know, Harry, Tom may not be so bad from what you've said. He does seem charming, and well-mannered. But, how do you personally feel about this?"
Harry looks outside onto the soft Hogwarts grounds for a second before turning back to Hermione. " I...It's hard. I'm going to have to give my all to Riddle, and he killed my relatives. I understand that it all happened for a reason, but being with him; I feel like a traitor, making a mockery of their past existance by being with their killer. He reminds me of what I've lost. But I suppose I am like him now: an orphan. Fate has been very cruel to the both of us." His voice drops a bit sadly and he looks at his hand on his lap.
" Yes, but Harry," Hermione gently pushes her freinds chin up and looks into his green eyes of swimming emotions. " It prompts you two to hold on to each other. Your pains are shared, your glories are bestowed, and your loves are one. Think about that whenever you're feeling doubts about the strength of your bond." She smiles as Harry nodds and gives thanks.
" You're so damn right, Hermione. I never do know what I'd do without you." Feeling more assured, he leans foreward and places a kiss on her forehead. " Thanks again." He stands up and leaves a beaming Hermione behind. She really does have a way with problems, academic or not. Harry gracefully walks to Dumbledore's office to see the elder wizard already waiting.
" Dear boy, I never thought you'd arrive!" The Headmaster places his pocket watch within his robes and gently holds out his hand to show the direction of which way to go. " After you." Harry walks to the right with Dumbledore following along beside him. " We're going to greet Tom at Hogsmeade at the new small trainstation they built there from Egypt. Yes, Mr. Riddle has been on it for eleven hours. I hope you do make it worth the trip, Harry."
They walk outside on the grounds and take the trail to Hogmeade in a small clearing. " I must tell you something, child. Tom is a great lad. In his day he was the best sorcerer in Hogwarts, and he out did everyone that were considers obstacles in reaching his goal. He loves competition, yes, but if he despises one thing, it would be weakness. There is a great difference between an obsatcle and weakness, but you are his both. He knew even in his true young age that there would be someone greater than him; someone who stood in his way and will keep him from doing anything unless he allowed it. He realized that you are him, and he tried so hard to defeat you, even though he knew he couldn't. As you were a new born, he both hated you, and loved you. Now after all these years, and as the prophesy took it's effect, hatred has become nothing but unconditional love and loyalty. However, since you knew nothing about this, you have yet to learn how to adjust to it, and your pace is what matters most. Tom will do practically anything you say just as long as doing so will make you happy."
Harry walks in silence for a while. It mostly made sense now. He didn't care as of what pace Riddle did take, however, one fact always nagged at him, and that was always the death of his relatives. " Proffessor, if Riddle cared so much, then why-?"
" Harry, please," interrupts his Headmaster not unkindly. " it was meant to happen; it is needed to fervor the understanding of the both of you! It urges the closeness and comfort to help you through all that is to come! Fate may be playing a cruel game but irony is following through for the both of you, and I hope you realize the good that is to come, and not the bad that lies behind." With that, Dumbledore had won their tactful verbal war, and Harry is now certain that Hermione is right about fact that they would have more in common, and they will discern each other alot better.
It's just some great fix> Harry mutters inside his head and spots the trainstaion next to the Shrieking Shack. They have been working on it for two years already, and it's good to know it's finally done. He and Dumbledore walk in silence towards the blue arch and platform that read : Hogsmeade Impress Nine and a quarter. A six compartment steam engine has just stopped as Harry and Dumbledore arrive just before the main arch. The silvery blue train catches some sunlight as the doors open, and several people pile out. In the last compartment, Harry could see his other half walk casually out, then looking around, and a red haired man following behind him with a trunk with ease. He recognized the man immediatley and jogged to greet him.
" Hey, Bill!" The man turns and looks at his caller.
" Harry! How've you been?" Harry takes Bill's right hand as the Weasley sets down the trunk. " Long time, no see!"
" No kidding! It's great to see you here! I didn't know you'd come!" Harry gives him a one arm hug as their other hands are still clasped in a hand shake. He could sense Riddle's uneasiness with the close contact but he didn't care; he belonged to him no matter what; whether he liked it or not, so what should he be afraid of?
" Ah, Bill, thank you for kindly escorting Mr. Riddle here!" calls Dumbledore as he stands beside Harry.
" My pleasure sir. He was quite the company! And I thought I was playing twenty questions or getting an interrogation with the third degree!"
" Yes, very inquisitive,Ii do perceive Tom to be. Are you staying?"
" 'Fraid not, Professor. I've got more work to do, as I am Senior in the the vaults' high security section. There is much to do, and I cannot stay any longer than the next leaving of the train. But thank you." Bill looks at Harry. " You've grown so, Potter. I'm very well glad to see that you have." For Harry was about a rough good inch and a half taller than the eldest Wealsey.
" Won't ypu at least stay for some Butterbeer? We have time to spare!" says Dumbledore kindly, wishing to repay him for all his trouble.
Bill looks at Harry, who looks back pleadingly, and suddenly felt a wave of anger. It was strong, and very jealous; and he decided against the offer. He couldn't make it anyway. " Sorry, Harry, Professor, but I really must go. I'm afraid my visit will just be a teaser. " Bill gives Harry one last quick hug and a handshake with Dumbledore. He turns to Riddle and just smiles faintly. The wave of energy must have come from him, and he no longer felt like befriending a very jealous young man. He did, however, have a feeling that this might come. For Riddle's questions were mostly about Harry and their relationship. " I'll see you all later!" he calls brightly and reboards the train as it steams heavily.
Harry sighs and looks down at Riddle's trunk and wondered if Bill felt a wave of energy omitting from someone who almost seemed like Riddle himself. Damn jealous fool>Harry mutters inside his head. He doesn't even own me.> Well, not yet adds a voice inside his head. He groans aloud and looks at Dumbledore, and then at Riddle, who is smiling charmingly.
" Gee, Potter. You don't seem ecstatic about greeting me." If there was sarcasm in the statement, Harry didn't notice it. Although his response was deviod of it.
" That's because I'm not," he mutters inaudibly and says clearly. " Well, neither did you. So let's just call it even."
" Harry," Dumbledore whispers pleadingly for only the Gryffindor to hear. Riddle looks a bit shocked, with a tinge of hurt. Harry notices this and sighs.
" Alright, alright," he says dully. " I've missed you." It actually was a quarter lie. He did miss his dream this morning, and seeing Riddle filled the emptiness he felt when he woke up. But instead of welcoming the feeling, he decided to hang over Bill to forget about it. Not that he was using Bill, of course...He didn't see him last summer and he did miss him. It's good to see a Weasley; Harry's practical second family.
" You did?" asks Riddle happily and turns fully to Harry. His ruby eyes flash with delight at his love.
Harry looks straight into his other half's eyes and nods, his spirit suddenly rising at Riddle's joy. " Yes, Riddle." A small smile creeps onto his lips. " I did." His voice was just his, and he was sincere. Riddle must have noticed this because he steps closer an plants his sweet lips on the teen's. Harry was shocked and gasps in startlement. Riddle takes this chance to slowly slither his tongue inside and press his body closer carefully, almost losing control at the conact. Harry purrs within his chest and nearly responds before he realizes how fast they were going. Gently pushing away as to not alarm Riddle, who doesn't resist, blushes, and then apologizes.
" Sorry...I...It's a bit too fast." Riddle just smiles and kisses Harry's scar, which wasn't bleeding nor hurting.
" It's alright. We'll take it slow."
Harry was so grateful, and notes that Dumbledore is right about that one thing. Riddle is sweet, and he is beautiful, and he can make Harry happy.
After Dumbledore had sent Riddle's trunk to Hogwarts, they all enter The Three Broomsticks for some idle chat. They take a seat at a corner and order three butterbeers. Riddle's eyes never left Harry for a second as he sips on his drink, and smiling at Dumbledore as he spoke about the last fit Filch had ( in which Malfoy and Violet played in ). Harry laughs aloud finally and sets his drink down.
" Malfoy and Violet did that: set Dungbombs in Ms. Norris's bed and then leave trails of her waste in his closet. I wouldn't have believed it if someone other than you told me, Professor. To think the Duo would play such games..."
" Ah, well, Filch had started it, they claimed," responds Dumbledore as he looks out the window beside him. In the reflection he could see Riddle staring at Harry with a passionate gaze. The Headmaster smiles and turns back to Harry. " It appears as though Filch had given them both detention for bringing in mud at the middle of the night after Quidditch practice. The whole team received each a week of detention by pulling out weeds throughout Hogwarts grounds ( except for the Forbbiden Forest )."
Harry could feel an intent gaze on him and he looks at his watch; just to aviod contact and notice the time. It was now eleven, and he was getting quite hungry. " Err...Proffessor, It's nearing lunch time and...well, the castle..."
" Worry not. We can certainly eat at Hogwarts, unless Tom would prefer otherwise..."
Riddle takes his eyes off Harry for the first time since they arrived in the resturaunt. " It's fine, Dumbledore. The School sounds fine with me. Afterwards, I am intent on seeing the Chamber of Secrets."
Harry pales and Dumbledore clears his throat. " Tom, surely you would not like to go down there. The Basilisk has been defeated, and all evidence of it has been lost. Isn't that so, Harry?"
Harry looks at Riddle. " Yes. Everything was at a loss, and since nothing sustained it any longer, it has crumbled, I'm sure." He looks down at the table and sighs. " There's nothing to return to, and I vaguely remember the passage way." He wasn't exactly lying. It was just best forgotten.
" I believe you, Harry."
~~*~~
Harry and Riddle walk into the Great Hall together. Some vioces were sileneced, and others hushed. Girls giggle at the sight of Riddle, and several blushed. The same went for the males as well. None of the students had ever seen Riddle, but they hoped they could see more of him. Ginny Weasley gasped and shattered her goblet onto the ground from dropping it.
" Oh my God, T-Tom Riddle..." Ginny could feel tears in her eyes and sought for her brother Ron, who held her tightly ad whispered reassurances, and began explain very briefly why Riddle was there, and that he means no harm.
Upon seeing this, Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat for attention, which he received as always. " My students! The young man accompaning Harry Potter is Tomas Marvolo Riddle. He will be staying here for the remaing of this year, and then the next. I expect you all to show him respect and kindess you would show to any new comer. He will not be attending classes, however, probably accompanying Harry most of the times, and the Gryffindors as well. That will be all!"
The hall begins to whisper madly about their new "guest" and the Gryffindors. He certainly didn't look like a Gryffindor, so why was he there? Riddle and Harry take a seat beside each other at the first half of the table. Hermione smiles at Riddle warmingly, as does Ron after Ginny has settled down. She looked horrifoed, but at what Ron had said, she understood more, and merely nodded to the former aquaintence.
" So, I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione reaches over to hold out her hand. " I know all about you, and I hope we become better friends; as you stay with Harry." She winks at Harry and smiles again at Riddle, who takes her hand gratefully.
" Yes, thank you, Hermione. I appreciate this." Riddle looks at the red head beside her and sneers inwardly. Yes, he must be a relative of that Bill Weasley. Spoke of him a couple of times, as well as the Muggle-born.> " Ron Wealsey I presume? And your younger sister Ginny? It is a pleasure to meet you both at last."
Ron raises an eyebrow and both he and Ginny look at Harry as though asking how Riddle knew.
" Bill escorted him from Egypt. He must have told him about you both." Harry picks at his mashed potatoes and turkey. He is hungry, but there was something within him burning with excitement that held back his appetite.
" Oh, yeah." Ron looks at Harry's other half and smiles simply. " Ron Weasley. And yes, I know about you too."
" Does the whole world know?" asks Riddle with hidden sarcasm. But he figured that they would sort of figure it out. Thanks to Dumbledore and his many hints.
" Just Sirius, Malfoy, Violet, other than the obvious," replies Hermione and devours her pumpkin juice.
" Sharp tongue, Granger. Is that how you should address characters? By spitting their name out?" a drawling voice spoke behind Ron and Ginny. They turn to meet Violet and Malfoy.
" Goodie, the two in one deal, as always," groans Ron and rolls his eyes.
" It's not as bad as getting the Dream Team three in one deal," responds Violet.
" Hey, hey hey-"
" Shut up!"
" Sod off, damn it-"
" No one invited you here-"
" Someone such as I need no invite-"
" Dumbass-"
" Go wank yourself Malfoy-"
" Virgin..."
Harry froze and broke the chain of broken insults concerning Hermione, Ron, Violet, Malfoy and Ginny. He blushes suddenly and stands up. " Am not!"
" Are too, Potter," says Violet. " And don't deny it."
" How would you know, Violet?"
" Are you asking me if I involove myself with Potter, Granger?"
Hermione received seven glares. " Hey, she said it."
" Look, I am not a virgin" hisses HYarry although it was a pure 100% lie.
" 'Go wank yourself'? What the hell kind of comeback was that?" asks Malfoy, sneering as usual.
" A very virgin one that's what."
" Shut up, Violet..." Harry's emerald eyes were blazing with humiliation, anger, and embarrassment. He knows his last comment was a bit mellow, then something sweeps over him briefly. " Besides, I'd rather be a virgin than a who-" Harry wasn't able to finish his sentence because Violet leaped on him, from over the table and pinned him to the ground on his stomach.
" Say that again, Potter. Do it, I dare you." Violet stands up and looks down at the raven haired Gryffindor. Harry gets up and dusts his robes off. He looks into the dark royal purple eyes of Violet and shruggs.
" Sorry," he whispers. A wave of pain radiated from Violet as she nods and walks off silently. Harry looks down and sighs. Great. He had just lost an important character who could have been a friend. Through the corner of his eyes he could see Mal- Draco look down in remorse and walk out after his friend. Harry moans in frustration and excuses himself. He knew he went too far, and his appitite was lost.
Riddle just sighed as the whole school returned to their meal, and he to his. Who knew Harry could be like that. It's almost as if someone made him do it. They had to have taken advantage of his rage. The remorse was plainly written to show that Harry hadn't meant it. A feeling of realization flowed through him.
A figure in black lowered it's wand, and disappears into a shadow before Riddle could turn to see for sure what had happened.
" And now, onto part two," an ancient female voice hisses.