A New Day has Come
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except what you don't find familiar.(y do we hafta do these anyway??)
A/N : Thanks for those who reviewed: Sika-Chan (thanks!), Tom( I know he was raised in evil, but he finds all that stuff disgusting naturally), Katrina(yep the God of dreams, thanks I'm changing the spelling), The Red Dragons Order( I hadn't thought of the Muggle technique stuff but thanks! It's a good idea), Severitus (thanks a lot- I'll think I'll stick to the .doc documents though, the html give me trouble), MercS ( you guessed many right things- some aren't though!)
CHAPTER 2
Dumbledore froze. That hadn't been him or Moody. Had they been discovered? His sharp eyes followed the jet of red light to one of the hooded figures, who was immediately knocked to the ground. It was Sirius, he realized as he looked to his right and saw the tall man beside him. He didn't even have time to feel relieved; he quickly whipped out his wand and stunned another guard. But the third had already cried out, "Auror attack! All of you come out!"
Beside him, the invisible Moody cursed under his breath and hastily sent up red sparks in the air. Remus joined them in a second, and Moody and Dumbledore removed the Invisibility charms. The third Death Eater dodged their curses, but wouldn't have made it much longer if his comrades hadn't come bursting out of the tent that instant. There were about twelve of them, and immediately began firing hexes.
But the next moment, a stream of spells hurtled towards the Death Eaters, and the Aurors from the left side of the alley appeared along with Snape. Only a split second later, the other Aurors from the right had also attacked, and before Dumbledore knew it, curses, hexes and spells were whizzing about everywhere as the Aurors and Death Eaters dueled madly.
It didn't take long to see that the Aurors were winning; they had the Death Eaters outnumbered as well as the element of surprise. Soon most of the Dark wizards were stunned, and Dumbledore issued ropes from his wand that bound them tightly. He didn't recognize any of them, as they were hooded, but he would have them taken to the Ministry right away.
Suddenly two of the people dueling caught his attention: This dark wizard wasn't hooded- and he looked younger than the others. Could it be-? He ran over to them, and Severus, who had also seen, followed.
The tall, blond Auror was good, but it was clear that the young wizard he was dueling with was a natural. He didn't even look half tired as he threw curses on the blond man before him. And it was obvious that the Auror was exhausted.
"That's all right, Mike, we'll handle him," called out Dumbledore. "You go on and handle the others. They're all stunned by now- just get their wands and you and the other Aurors take them to the Ministry. Leave Sirius here."
Mike nodded gratefully. "Yes, sir. Watch out for the kid- he's tough." He called out as he joined the Aurors who were now gathering the Death Eaters' wands.
"Stupefy!" a voice suddenly cried, and a jet of light came streaking towards him. Dumbledore spun around and deftly blocked the curse.
"Expelliarmus!" he yelled, and the younger wizard's wand came speeding towards him. Dumbledore caught it neatly before fixing his gaze on the teenaged wizard.
He was tall, well-built, and looked around fifteen or sixteen years old. He had dark hair that was cut short, in a style that Dumbledore noticed was just like Tom Riddle's when he was younger and had been at Hogwarts. The boy had a tanned face with a slight beard as well as slight stubble on his chin. Alert green eyes viewed Dumbledore and Snape, but Dumbledore couldn't read what was in them. His face, however, was a friendly, innocent one, yet at the same time sharp, and his eyes seemed to say, 'Don't mess with me.' He was wearing green robes over a black shirt and sweatpants, and a silver serpent necklace hung around his neck. Was it him? Was he Voldemort's son? If he hadn't known he would never have guessed it.
Both Snape and Dumbledore were watching him closely. The boy seemed to be concentrating hard on something, squeezing his eyes shut. Dumbledore realized he was attempting wandless magic. A second later Dumbledore felt his own wand and the boy's shake in his hand, and a powerful, invisible force tugging onto them. But Dumbledore gripped them tightly and the tall teenager soon gave up.
"Nice try," said Dumbledore. "But disarming someone isn't easy with wandless magic."
Snape smirked. "You'll have to do better than that to disarm him." He gestured towards Dumbledore. "That might have worked on a four year old, or a first year- I'll give you that."
But the boy appeared to be as ready on his tongue as he was on his feet. "I'd like to see you try," he said coolly. Snape rewarded him with one of his famous glares.
"What's your name, young man?" asked Dumbledore calmly.
The boy glanced at them suspiciously before answering, "It's Mo. Mo Riddle."
"Mo?" Severus raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. As in Morpheus."
Dumbledore and Snape exchanged glances. It was him. Dumbledore thought quickly. They didn't know for sure whether he was a Death Eater, or whether he had actually committed any crimes. He had been attacked and the curses he'd fired would count as self -defense. Of course, they could take him to the Ministry for questioning with the others, but he was underage, and Dumbledore decided that taking him with them would have its advantages.
"I see," said Dumbledore. "Well, Mr. Riddle, allow me to introduce ourselves. I am-"
"I know who you are," Mo interrupted. A slight, amused smile tugged on his lips. "You're quite famous where I come from. As are you." He glanced at Snape. "I've heard a lot about you, Professor Snape." His eyes twinkled mischeviously.
Snape's eyes widened slightly. Dumbledore couldn't help feeling impressed; not many could leave Severus Snape speechless like that. Obviously, Morphius had meant that his father talked of his two hated enemies a lot. Mo had probably even seen Snape a couple of times when he was younger, though Snape had never seen him.
Morpheus was smirking at Severus's inability to reply. "Well, " said Dumbledore pointedly, "Then we don't have to waste time with pleasantries. Mr. Riddle, you're coming with us." Mo raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And if I don't?"
"We can stun you right now and send you off to the Ministry. Even if you haven't as much as hurt a fly, they would love to imprison you, knowing who you are. And regardless of how good your powers may be, we have three wands and you have none. There are also three, full grown, able wizards still here, hardly a few steps away. Does that answer your question?"
Mo narrowed his eyes. "Fair enough. Where are we going? Hogwarts, I assume?" The kid had guts.
"Perhaps," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. There was something about this boy that you couldn't help but like. Maybe it was how his eyes seemed to be full of mischief, and the fact that he said whatever was on his mind if he wanted to say it. He was straight to the point and confident. Snape had noticed it too. They both found it hard to believe this was the Dark Lord's son. Sure, he was outspoken and sarcastic, but the kid couldn't help that, living with a father like his. Besides, they had intruded in on them and attacked; he had to be suspicious. Dumbledore found himself feeling sorry for him. He might have had a great future ahead of him if not for who his father was.
"Can I at least get some stuff with me?" Mo asked. By that time Sirius, Remus and Moody had come over to them and they were looking curiously at Mo.
"Where is it?" asked Dumbledore. "We'll have to check it out first."
"In the tent."
"All right. We'll come with you so you don't try anything funny," said Dumbledore. He turned to three men puzzled men. "This is Morpheus Riddle. He'll be coming with us to Hogwarts. Severus and I will just go to the tent with him and get his things. We'll be right back."
Sirius's eyes widened, remembering their earlier conversation, and he nodded as did Remus and Moody. The others went inside the tent, which looked much larger on the inside then on the outside. There was scattered furniture and things thrown around everywhere.
Mo grabbed a backpack which was lying strewn on the floor. "That's all," he said.
"Let me see that," growled Snape. "Do you think we're stupid, boy?"
Mo shrugged and tossed him the bag. However, upon inspection, they discovered it held nothing suspicious at all. There were some clothes, a few books, some on advanced Transfiguration and most on very advanced Potions, and a nylon bag containing potions ingredients. Dumbledore checked everything for any spells or enchantments that would make them appear different from what they were, but found nothing.
Snape held the bag of potions ingredients in his hand, examining it closely. There was the usual: dragon liver, beetle eyes, unicorn hair, spleenwort, mandrake roots, and others. However, Dumbledore noticed there were other ingredients he didn't even recognize, and apparently even Snape didn't.
Mo noticed their curious looks. "I like to experiment around with potions sometimes," he said vaguely. Snape nodded but looked unconvinced.
"Right then, let's get going," said Dumbledore. They left the tent and joined the others.
" Have they taken them to the Ministry?" asked Dumbledore, looking around the empty alley, which was splattered with a little blood in a few areas. There had only been minor injuries though, Sirius had a small cut on his cheek and Remus's back was aching from when a spell had thrown him against a wall. Some of the Aurors and Death Eaters had been mildly injured as well, but that was all.
Moody nodded. "They Apparated over there while carrying 'em. Anyway, I had better get going home. I'll see you all soon, I suppose."
"I need to get going too," said Sirius. "Contact me if you need me, Professor Dumbledore. I'll see you later, Remus. They bade the two men farewell as they Apparated away.
It was around three am now. Dumbledore, Snape, Remus and Mo left the alley, heading for Hogesmade and then Hogwarts. The three men walked beside Mo to keep an eye on him. The Dark Lord's son was silent, his expression unreadable. He appeared apprehensive, but if he was nervous, or afraid, he didn't show it. Dumbledore suspected he had been trained to hide his feelings.
When they reached the school grounds, Mo gazed up at the enormous, formidable castle above them, and his eyes wandered around the Quidditch Pitch, and further along, the Forbidden Forest. As they entered the Great Hall, Snape spoke to Dumbledore in low tones.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
" I believe this may have its advantages," the old man replied. "Besides, the room I'm putting him in is enchanted so no one can perform any kind of magic inside except me and Professor Mcgonagall. And he won't be able to escape in any way."
"If you say so, Headmaster."
"Is that the room next to your office?" asked Remus.
"That's the one. You two go on to bed. I'll take him, it's on my way."
Dumbledore led the boy to the small room. It was simple, with a bed, a rug on the floor, a table and chair. The walls were thick. "In you go, Mr. Riddle. You won't be able to do any wandless magic here. But I'll know if you try."
"How long will I be staying here?" he asked bluntly. " I honestly don't know," replied Dumbledore. "We'll see. Good night, Mr. Riddle." And he magically locked the door.
With that, the Headmaster left, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except what you don't find familiar.(y do we hafta do these anyway??)
A/N : Thanks for those who reviewed: Sika-Chan (thanks!), Tom( I know he was raised in evil, but he finds all that stuff disgusting naturally), Katrina(yep the God of dreams, thanks I'm changing the spelling), The Red Dragons Order( I hadn't thought of the Muggle technique stuff but thanks! It's a good idea), Severitus (thanks a lot- I'll think I'll stick to the .doc documents though, the html give me trouble), MercS ( you guessed many right things- some aren't though!)
CHAPTER 2
Dumbledore froze. That hadn't been him or Moody. Had they been discovered? His sharp eyes followed the jet of red light to one of the hooded figures, who was immediately knocked to the ground. It was Sirius, he realized as he looked to his right and saw the tall man beside him. He didn't even have time to feel relieved; he quickly whipped out his wand and stunned another guard. But the third had already cried out, "Auror attack! All of you come out!"
Beside him, the invisible Moody cursed under his breath and hastily sent up red sparks in the air. Remus joined them in a second, and Moody and Dumbledore removed the Invisibility charms. The third Death Eater dodged their curses, but wouldn't have made it much longer if his comrades hadn't come bursting out of the tent that instant. There were about twelve of them, and immediately began firing hexes.
But the next moment, a stream of spells hurtled towards the Death Eaters, and the Aurors from the left side of the alley appeared along with Snape. Only a split second later, the other Aurors from the right had also attacked, and before Dumbledore knew it, curses, hexes and spells were whizzing about everywhere as the Aurors and Death Eaters dueled madly.
It didn't take long to see that the Aurors were winning; they had the Death Eaters outnumbered as well as the element of surprise. Soon most of the Dark wizards were stunned, and Dumbledore issued ropes from his wand that bound them tightly. He didn't recognize any of them, as they were hooded, but he would have them taken to the Ministry right away.
Suddenly two of the people dueling caught his attention: This dark wizard wasn't hooded- and he looked younger than the others. Could it be-? He ran over to them, and Severus, who had also seen, followed.
The tall, blond Auror was good, but it was clear that the young wizard he was dueling with was a natural. He didn't even look half tired as he threw curses on the blond man before him. And it was obvious that the Auror was exhausted.
"That's all right, Mike, we'll handle him," called out Dumbledore. "You go on and handle the others. They're all stunned by now- just get their wands and you and the other Aurors take them to the Ministry. Leave Sirius here."
Mike nodded gratefully. "Yes, sir. Watch out for the kid- he's tough." He called out as he joined the Aurors who were now gathering the Death Eaters' wands.
"Stupefy!" a voice suddenly cried, and a jet of light came streaking towards him. Dumbledore spun around and deftly blocked the curse.
"Expelliarmus!" he yelled, and the younger wizard's wand came speeding towards him. Dumbledore caught it neatly before fixing his gaze on the teenaged wizard.
He was tall, well-built, and looked around fifteen or sixteen years old. He had dark hair that was cut short, in a style that Dumbledore noticed was just like Tom Riddle's when he was younger and had been at Hogwarts. The boy had a tanned face with a slight beard as well as slight stubble on his chin. Alert green eyes viewed Dumbledore and Snape, but Dumbledore couldn't read what was in them. His face, however, was a friendly, innocent one, yet at the same time sharp, and his eyes seemed to say, 'Don't mess with me.' He was wearing green robes over a black shirt and sweatpants, and a silver serpent necklace hung around his neck. Was it him? Was he Voldemort's son? If he hadn't known he would never have guessed it.
Both Snape and Dumbledore were watching him closely. The boy seemed to be concentrating hard on something, squeezing his eyes shut. Dumbledore realized he was attempting wandless magic. A second later Dumbledore felt his own wand and the boy's shake in his hand, and a powerful, invisible force tugging onto them. But Dumbledore gripped them tightly and the tall teenager soon gave up.
"Nice try," said Dumbledore. "But disarming someone isn't easy with wandless magic."
Snape smirked. "You'll have to do better than that to disarm him." He gestured towards Dumbledore. "That might have worked on a four year old, or a first year- I'll give you that."
But the boy appeared to be as ready on his tongue as he was on his feet. "I'd like to see you try," he said coolly. Snape rewarded him with one of his famous glares.
"What's your name, young man?" asked Dumbledore calmly.
The boy glanced at them suspiciously before answering, "It's Mo. Mo Riddle."
"Mo?" Severus raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. As in Morpheus."
Dumbledore and Snape exchanged glances. It was him. Dumbledore thought quickly. They didn't know for sure whether he was a Death Eater, or whether he had actually committed any crimes. He had been attacked and the curses he'd fired would count as self -defense. Of course, they could take him to the Ministry for questioning with the others, but he was underage, and Dumbledore decided that taking him with them would have its advantages.
"I see," said Dumbledore. "Well, Mr. Riddle, allow me to introduce ourselves. I am-"
"I know who you are," Mo interrupted. A slight, amused smile tugged on his lips. "You're quite famous where I come from. As are you." He glanced at Snape. "I've heard a lot about you, Professor Snape." His eyes twinkled mischeviously.
Snape's eyes widened slightly. Dumbledore couldn't help feeling impressed; not many could leave Severus Snape speechless like that. Obviously, Morphius had meant that his father talked of his two hated enemies a lot. Mo had probably even seen Snape a couple of times when he was younger, though Snape had never seen him.
Morpheus was smirking at Severus's inability to reply. "Well, " said Dumbledore pointedly, "Then we don't have to waste time with pleasantries. Mr. Riddle, you're coming with us." Mo raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And if I don't?"
"We can stun you right now and send you off to the Ministry. Even if you haven't as much as hurt a fly, they would love to imprison you, knowing who you are. And regardless of how good your powers may be, we have three wands and you have none. There are also three, full grown, able wizards still here, hardly a few steps away. Does that answer your question?"
Mo narrowed his eyes. "Fair enough. Where are we going? Hogwarts, I assume?" The kid had guts.
"Perhaps," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. There was something about this boy that you couldn't help but like. Maybe it was how his eyes seemed to be full of mischief, and the fact that he said whatever was on his mind if he wanted to say it. He was straight to the point and confident. Snape had noticed it too. They both found it hard to believe this was the Dark Lord's son. Sure, he was outspoken and sarcastic, but the kid couldn't help that, living with a father like his. Besides, they had intruded in on them and attacked; he had to be suspicious. Dumbledore found himself feeling sorry for him. He might have had a great future ahead of him if not for who his father was.
"Can I at least get some stuff with me?" Mo asked. By that time Sirius, Remus and Moody had come over to them and they were looking curiously at Mo.
"Where is it?" asked Dumbledore. "We'll have to check it out first."
"In the tent."
"All right. We'll come with you so you don't try anything funny," said Dumbledore. He turned to three men puzzled men. "This is Morpheus Riddle. He'll be coming with us to Hogwarts. Severus and I will just go to the tent with him and get his things. We'll be right back."
Sirius's eyes widened, remembering their earlier conversation, and he nodded as did Remus and Moody. The others went inside the tent, which looked much larger on the inside then on the outside. There was scattered furniture and things thrown around everywhere.
Mo grabbed a backpack which was lying strewn on the floor. "That's all," he said.
"Let me see that," growled Snape. "Do you think we're stupid, boy?"
Mo shrugged and tossed him the bag. However, upon inspection, they discovered it held nothing suspicious at all. There were some clothes, a few books, some on advanced Transfiguration and most on very advanced Potions, and a nylon bag containing potions ingredients. Dumbledore checked everything for any spells or enchantments that would make them appear different from what they were, but found nothing.
Snape held the bag of potions ingredients in his hand, examining it closely. There was the usual: dragon liver, beetle eyes, unicorn hair, spleenwort, mandrake roots, and others. However, Dumbledore noticed there were other ingredients he didn't even recognize, and apparently even Snape didn't.
Mo noticed their curious looks. "I like to experiment around with potions sometimes," he said vaguely. Snape nodded but looked unconvinced.
"Right then, let's get going," said Dumbledore. They left the tent and joined the others.
" Have they taken them to the Ministry?" asked Dumbledore, looking around the empty alley, which was splattered with a little blood in a few areas. There had only been minor injuries though, Sirius had a small cut on his cheek and Remus's back was aching from when a spell had thrown him against a wall. Some of the Aurors and Death Eaters had been mildly injured as well, but that was all.
Moody nodded. "They Apparated over there while carrying 'em. Anyway, I had better get going home. I'll see you all soon, I suppose."
"I need to get going too," said Sirius. "Contact me if you need me, Professor Dumbledore. I'll see you later, Remus. They bade the two men farewell as they Apparated away.
It was around three am now. Dumbledore, Snape, Remus and Mo left the alley, heading for Hogesmade and then Hogwarts. The three men walked beside Mo to keep an eye on him. The Dark Lord's son was silent, his expression unreadable. He appeared apprehensive, but if he was nervous, or afraid, he didn't show it. Dumbledore suspected he had been trained to hide his feelings.
When they reached the school grounds, Mo gazed up at the enormous, formidable castle above them, and his eyes wandered around the Quidditch Pitch, and further along, the Forbidden Forest. As they entered the Great Hall, Snape spoke to Dumbledore in low tones.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
" I believe this may have its advantages," the old man replied. "Besides, the room I'm putting him in is enchanted so no one can perform any kind of magic inside except me and Professor Mcgonagall. And he won't be able to escape in any way."
"If you say so, Headmaster."
"Is that the room next to your office?" asked Remus.
"That's the one. You two go on to bed. I'll take him, it's on my way."
Dumbledore led the boy to the small room. It was simple, with a bed, a rug on the floor, a table and chair. The walls were thick. "In you go, Mr. Riddle. You won't be able to do any wandless magic here. But I'll know if you try."
"How long will I be staying here?" he asked bluntly. " I honestly don't know," replied Dumbledore. "We'll see. Good night, Mr. Riddle." And he magically locked the door.
With that, the Headmaster left, wondering what he had gotten himself into.