Chapter Thirteen - The Riddle House
Fight Against Evil: Part One
The wind continued to grow stronger, reaching for climax. Harry could not think of anything to cease it but to keep chanting 'stop, stop, you monstrous gale!" in his head to calm himself down. Unfortunately, it did not stop or even calmed down for a second. When all seemed to be hopeless, the howling and hissing stopped.
It was replaced by silence.
Thump. Thump, Harry's heartbeat began to slow down. He was perspiring heavily. Sweat stinging his eyes, blinding him temporarily.
The room he was in was dark. The fire lit at the fireplace did not provide much light, however it did add a warmer feeling to the chilly room. The furniture was scarce. Only an ancient armchair and an old, worn-out footstool occupied space. There was nothing particularly interesting, only that all four walls were covered with certificates of achievements, and many group photos, which were all framed and hanged orderly.
Harry's mouth dropped open in disbelieve at the number of frames on the walls.
"There must be over a hundred of them." He murmured, getting up.
"OWW!" he yelped as he tripped on something and fell down. He was expecting a sudden shot of pain coming from his arms but miraculously he landed on something soft.
"OWW!" came another yelp but it didn't belong to a male.
"Harry! GE' OFF ME!" the voice repeated from under Harry's body. He quickly scrambled up.
"DANIELLA?" he exclaimed and before he could control himself, Harry hugged the greatly shocked girl with all his might.
"But HOW?" he asked, still holding on. "Don't ask me. The moment I opened my eyes, something wet landed on my eyelid and then I passed out again." Daniella replied, choking from Harry's brotherly hug. "Now, quit that sniffing and let's go back. Where IS this place anyway?"
"Good question. Actually I don't really know." He admitted, finally pulling away from Daniella.
Suddenly, she drew her wand out from her robe cautiously, scanning the room carefully.
"Harry, something's not right here. Let's go. HARRY! I SAID LET'S GOOO!" she shouted frankly, dragging the boy away from the family photos near the fireplace.
"No, look at this." He whispered, scanning the row of writing under a photo.
"HAR."
"This photo was taken on the 5th of January, 1948, the day of Mr. Richard Riddle's death funeral at -." "SHIT! We're in fucking Riddles' House! How are we going to go back?"
"I-I don't k-know." Daniella's soft words replied. "But I can feel," she drew out a silver ring from her pocket, "that evil is drawing near as the ring is growing hotter."
"Hey!" Harry exclaimed in surprise. "This ring was. was the one I picked up outside the hospital wing!"
"Hospital Wing?" Daniella echoed in fake amazement, but Harry did not fall for it.
"What were you doing there?" he said suspiciously.
"WHAT! Are you accusing me or something? I might've past there and it accidentally dropped!" she shot back angrily.
"I'm sorry but why and when did you past the hospital wing, because it's situated at the south end of the castle, whereas all the dormitories and classrooms dominate the north and west part."
"Oh fine! I'll tell you the reason but don't tell anybody!" she threatened.
"Alright."
"I was going to the Owlery situated at the south end, to deliver a letter to that Malfoy, threatening him to stop pestering me or else I would. um. this part is private." She babbled the last few words.
"Good on y-. OWWW! My scar!" Harry screeched, collapsing on the floor in pain. "It's burning like molten lava!"
Daniella dived to help Harry, while pulling out her wand.
"I knew this would happen."
"Huh?" Harry could hardly pronounce the words.
"I've dreamed this every single night, ever since I've met that lady called Minerva Mcgonagall."
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A/N: I don't know Tom Riddles' father's exact name so forgive me.
The wind continued to grow stronger, reaching for climax. Harry could not think of anything to cease it but to keep chanting 'stop, stop, you monstrous gale!" in his head to calm himself down. Unfortunately, it did not stop or even calmed down for a second. When all seemed to be hopeless, the howling and hissing stopped.
It was replaced by silence.
Thump. Thump, Harry's heartbeat began to slow down. He was perspiring heavily. Sweat stinging his eyes, blinding him temporarily.
The room he was in was dark. The fire lit at the fireplace did not provide much light, however it did add a warmer feeling to the chilly room. The furniture was scarce. Only an ancient armchair and an old, worn-out footstool occupied space. There was nothing particularly interesting, only that all four walls were covered with certificates of achievements, and many group photos, which were all framed and hanged orderly.
Harry's mouth dropped open in disbelieve at the number of frames on the walls.
"There must be over a hundred of them." He murmured, getting up.
"OWW!" he yelped as he tripped on something and fell down. He was expecting a sudden shot of pain coming from his arms but miraculously he landed on something soft.
"OWW!" came another yelp but it didn't belong to a male.
"Harry! GE' OFF ME!" the voice repeated from under Harry's body. He quickly scrambled up.
"DANIELLA?" he exclaimed and before he could control himself, Harry hugged the greatly shocked girl with all his might.
"But HOW?" he asked, still holding on. "Don't ask me. The moment I opened my eyes, something wet landed on my eyelid and then I passed out again." Daniella replied, choking from Harry's brotherly hug. "Now, quit that sniffing and let's go back. Where IS this place anyway?"
"Good question. Actually I don't really know." He admitted, finally pulling away from Daniella.
Suddenly, she drew her wand out from her robe cautiously, scanning the room carefully.
"Harry, something's not right here. Let's go. HARRY! I SAID LET'S GOOO!" she shouted frankly, dragging the boy away from the family photos near the fireplace.
"No, look at this." He whispered, scanning the row of writing under a photo.
"HAR."
"This photo was taken on the 5th of January, 1948, the day of Mr. Richard Riddle's death funeral at -." "SHIT! We're in fucking Riddles' House! How are we going to go back?"
"I-I don't k-know." Daniella's soft words replied. "But I can feel," she drew out a silver ring from her pocket, "that evil is drawing near as the ring is growing hotter."
"Hey!" Harry exclaimed in surprise. "This ring was. was the one I picked up outside the hospital wing!"
"Hospital Wing?" Daniella echoed in fake amazement, but Harry did not fall for it.
"What were you doing there?" he said suspiciously.
"WHAT! Are you accusing me or something? I might've past there and it accidentally dropped!" she shot back angrily.
"I'm sorry but why and when did you past the hospital wing, because it's situated at the south end of the castle, whereas all the dormitories and classrooms dominate the north and west part."
"Oh fine! I'll tell you the reason but don't tell anybody!" she threatened.
"Alright."
"I was going to the Owlery situated at the south end, to deliver a letter to that Malfoy, threatening him to stop pestering me or else I would. um. this part is private." She babbled the last few words.
"Good on y-. OWWW! My scar!" Harry screeched, collapsing on the floor in pain. "It's burning like molten lava!"
Daniella dived to help Harry, while pulling out her wand.
"I knew this would happen."
"Huh?" Harry could hardly pronounce the words.
"I've dreamed this every single night, ever since I've met that lady called Minerva Mcgonagall."
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A/N: I don't know Tom Riddles' father's exact name so forgive me.