Disclaimer: *sigh* The characters do not belong to me, with the exception
of Stephanie Warren, who is of my own creation. *sighs again* I can't
wait to win the lottery.
Summary: Oh, was there supposed to be a summary? Sorry, it just slipped my mind.
AN: These are all at the bottom this time, except for the one about the rating. I keep forgetting about it. This story is PG-13 for implications and such. No biggie. Now, the future awaits you, so don't linger, read on!
Shadow Child
Chapter Four: The Future Awaits You
Headmaster's Quarters, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Sunday, October 28, 1979, 4:00 P.M.
"WHAT?!" A chair scrapped the floor as it was pushed backwards, landing on its side next to a cabinet. "Tom Riddle! Tom Riddle! You met Tom Riddle!" Dumbledore directed at Lily, waving his wand to straighten his chair. He sat back down in it, sinking into the comforting cushions, twisting the strands of his white beard together.
"What about Tom Riddle. I knew the name sounded familiar, but I don't kn-" James began, but was cut off mid-sentence.
"Tom Riddle was a student here at Hogwarts at least thirty years ago," said Dumbledore gravely.
Lily recalled Tom saying with a slight chuckle, "I wish," when she had asked him if he were thirty-five.
"His name at school to intimidate his friends was Lord Voldemort."
James gasped. "No," he whispered. "They're the same per- he's Vol- but- he couldn't!" James concluded, finding his tongue.
Dumbledore sighed and furrowed his brow. "You said that you woke up in a bed?" he questioned. Lily nodded, so Dumbledore continued, "and you have no idea how you came to be there?"
Lily shook her head nervously.
The old man bent his head down and shuffled through some papers on his desk.
"Ah, here it is- an old list of most possible curses and such that can be placed on a person. The forms show how to tell whether someone has done a curse to you. I recommend you read and test out all of it. Here, Lily," he said, brandishing the paper in front of her.
Lily leaned forward to accept it. It was a thick, heavy book. She flipped through, giving a hacking cough as the dust flew into her lungs. "Do you keep every book in the library in your desk," she asked.
"Well, as you can tell," Dumbledore said pointing to his desk, "I do have half of them here." The desk was a clutter, piles of books, parchments, letters, reports, and other such items laying in stacks.
"Thank you!" James exclaimed, breaking the silence that had fallen as they all stared at the motionless desk. "We should be off." He embraced Dumbledore in a firm handshake and guided Lily to the fireplace, where they used the Floo Network to get home.
* * * * * *
The Dark Forces Headquarters; Saturday, October 27, 1979, 10:45 P.M.
He hissed loudly, looking directly at Snape, "Nagini, you might be getting dessert tonight."
Voldemort's eyes slowly moved to fix themselves on someone to the left side of Snape. "You!" he barked to the man.
The man straightened. He was wearing a mask and hood like the others, but the air around him seemed warmer, somehow, like perfume. Voldemort took a whiff and half snorted, half coughed. "You're not familiar," he drawled icily. "Are you a spy or a spy?" Voldemort laughed, cracking a bad joke.
When Voldemort said that, something took hold in Snape- pride- pride of being a spy- a spy for the Resistance. On only one other occasion had Snape felt pride that was not from the accomplishment of an evil deed. That time, it had been his wedding day. Snape was not one to show emotions, but it was the best day of his life anyways. When the muggle preacher had pronounced them man and wife, Snape had never felt prouder.
Snape didn't normally associate himself with such low creatures as muggles, and it had been an accident that he fell in love. The woman's maiden name was Stephanie Warren, and she was a well-known dentist in the area he had been in. Her brown eyes and hair was not the most attractive thing on the planet, especially with the hint of rusty red the hair gave off. But it had been her love of literature that had attracted her to him. He had not known she was a muggle until much, much later, when it was too late to turn back. She, of course, was kept a complete secret from Voldemort. He had thought when his Master had approached him, he might have found out about his wife. But he hadn't.
The nearby man inhaled the breath Snape had released a moment ago. The man had not yet answered Voldemort's question.
"Remove your mask and hood!" Voldemort ordered.
Slowly the man unhooked his mask and lifted his hood- but it wasn't a man. She looked into the face of Voldemort, staring defiantly back at his glowing red snake eyes through her misty green ones. That is, if she could see through them at all. The sickly greenish-gray color of Voldemort's face darkened in a flush.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" he asked rudely.
And she replied in a voice as misty as her eyes, "My name is Sybil Trelawney, and I want to work for you."
AN: Ah, well, it is not very long, but it will have to satisfy you, for I am going to be gone for two weeks! I was in a hurry, so I have not edited it. Sorry to abandon everyone! I promise to try and make the others longer. Anyways, if you want the websites for the dates, names and such, they are in the previous chapters. If you want an email when the story is updated, say so in your review (and leave your email). For this chapter, if you didn't understand something, please say so. I don't really have anything to say! Thanks for reviewing *hint, hint, wink, wink, nod, nod*
angelhitomi: Yeah, it did need something. I couldn't figure out what it was either!
animegirl-mika: I think I have answered your questions. Thanks!
Shades: Yes, Crookshanks is important, and, yes, we will see Harry in his fifth year. And at the moment, this is not an AU. It might be later. The other Marauders will make their appearance later, too.
Faith McKay: Thank you for your kind words!
Rose: Tom's reasonings will be explained later, no now, sorry! Lily was Ms. Potter there because Tom is not supposed to know that she is married. The info on pets will reveal itself later on. You'll know about Snape in due time.
IndianSpice: Thank you for your praise! I will try to get them up, but it will be a slow going story.
Sunny: You're right; I do have author notes everywhere! I have tried to correct that! Thank you for pointing it out!
Hope I didn't leave anyone out! Now, review!!!
Summary: Oh, was there supposed to be a summary? Sorry, it just slipped my mind.
AN: These are all at the bottom this time, except for the one about the rating. I keep forgetting about it. This story is PG-13 for implications and such. No biggie. Now, the future awaits you, so don't linger, read on!
Shadow Child
Chapter Four: The Future Awaits You
Headmaster's Quarters, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Sunday, October 28, 1979, 4:00 P.M.
"WHAT?!" A chair scrapped the floor as it was pushed backwards, landing on its side next to a cabinet. "Tom Riddle! Tom Riddle! You met Tom Riddle!" Dumbledore directed at Lily, waving his wand to straighten his chair. He sat back down in it, sinking into the comforting cushions, twisting the strands of his white beard together.
"What about Tom Riddle. I knew the name sounded familiar, but I don't kn-" James began, but was cut off mid-sentence.
"Tom Riddle was a student here at Hogwarts at least thirty years ago," said Dumbledore gravely.
Lily recalled Tom saying with a slight chuckle, "I wish," when she had asked him if he were thirty-five.
"His name at school to intimidate his friends was Lord Voldemort."
James gasped. "No," he whispered. "They're the same per- he's Vol- but- he couldn't!" James concluded, finding his tongue.
Dumbledore sighed and furrowed his brow. "You said that you woke up in a bed?" he questioned. Lily nodded, so Dumbledore continued, "and you have no idea how you came to be there?"
Lily shook her head nervously.
The old man bent his head down and shuffled through some papers on his desk.
"Ah, here it is- an old list of most possible curses and such that can be placed on a person. The forms show how to tell whether someone has done a curse to you. I recommend you read and test out all of it. Here, Lily," he said, brandishing the paper in front of her.
Lily leaned forward to accept it. It was a thick, heavy book. She flipped through, giving a hacking cough as the dust flew into her lungs. "Do you keep every book in the library in your desk," she asked.
"Well, as you can tell," Dumbledore said pointing to his desk, "I do have half of them here." The desk was a clutter, piles of books, parchments, letters, reports, and other such items laying in stacks.
"Thank you!" James exclaimed, breaking the silence that had fallen as they all stared at the motionless desk. "We should be off." He embraced Dumbledore in a firm handshake and guided Lily to the fireplace, where they used the Floo Network to get home.
* * * * * *
The Dark Forces Headquarters; Saturday, October 27, 1979, 10:45 P.M.
He hissed loudly, looking directly at Snape, "Nagini, you might be getting dessert tonight."
Voldemort's eyes slowly moved to fix themselves on someone to the left side of Snape. "You!" he barked to the man.
The man straightened. He was wearing a mask and hood like the others, but the air around him seemed warmer, somehow, like perfume. Voldemort took a whiff and half snorted, half coughed. "You're not familiar," he drawled icily. "Are you a spy or a spy?" Voldemort laughed, cracking a bad joke.
When Voldemort said that, something took hold in Snape- pride- pride of being a spy- a spy for the Resistance. On only one other occasion had Snape felt pride that was not from the accomplishment of an evil deed. That time, it had been his wedding day. Snape was not one to show emotions, but it was the best day of his life anyways. When the muggle preacher had pronounced them man and wife, Snape had never felt prouder.
Snape didn't normally associate himself with such low creatures as muggles, and it had been an accident that he fell in love. The woman's maiden name was Stephanie Warren, and she was a well-known dentist in the area he had been in. Her brown eyes and hair was not the most attractive thing on the planet, especially with the hint of rusty red the hair gave off. But it had been her love of literature that had attracted her to him. He had not known she was a muggle until much, much later, when it was too late to turn back. She, of course, was kept a complete secret from Voldemort. He had thought when his Master had approached him, he might have found out about his wife. But he hadn't.
The nearby man inhaled the breath Snape had released a moment ago. The man had not yet answered Voldemort's question.
"Remove your mask and hood!" Voldemort ordered.
Slowly the man unhooked his mask and lifted his hood- but it wasn't a man. She looked into the face of Voldemort, staring defiantly back at his glowing red snake eyes through her misty green ones. That is, if she could see through them at all. The sickly greenish-gray color of Voldemort's face darkened in a flush.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" he asked rudely.
And she replied in a voice as misty as her eyes, "My name is Sybil Trelawney, and I want to work for you."
AN: Ah, well, it is not very long, but it will have to satisfy you, for I am going to be gone for two weeks! I was in a hurry, so I have not edited it. Sorry to abandon everyone! I promise to try and make the others longer. Anyways, if you want the websites for the dates, names and such, they are in the previous chapters. If you want an email when the story is updated, say so in your review (and leave your email). For this chapter, if you didn't understand something, please say so. I don't really have anything to say! Thanks for reviewing *hint, hint, wink, wink, nod, nod*
angelhitomi: Yeah, it did need something. I couldn't figure out what it was either!
animegirl-mika: I think I have answered your questions. Thanks!
Shades: Yes, Crookshanks is important, and, yes, we will see Harry in his fifth year. And at the moment, this is not an AU. It might be later. The other Marauders will make their appearance later, too.
Faith McKay: Thank you for your kind words!
Rose: Tom's reasonings will be explained later, no now, sorry! Lily was Ms. Potter there because Tom is not supposed to know that she is married. The info on pets will reveal itself later on. You'll know about Snape in due time.
IndianSpice: Thank you for your praise! I will try to get them up, but it will be a slow going story.
Sunny: You're right; I do have author notes everywhere! I have tried to correct that! Thank you for pointing it out!
Hope I didn't leave anyone out! Now, review!!!