A New Day has Come
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to J.K Rowling and not me.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to update and thanks a heap for all your great reviews! I'm sort of having a writer's block but it's better now and I managed to get this out : )
Now some of you might not like this chapter, and you can flame me if you want and call it a mary-sue or whatever(even though it's not, I assure you) and that's fine with me. I'm writing this 'cos I enjoy it and enjoy the idea. If you choose to bear with me for a while then you'll love it. : )
Chapter 5
There were no windows in that tiny room, but Mo knew by looking at his watch that it was morning. Ten a.m, to be exact. He had just woken up a little while ago. He hadn't been able to sleep until three last night; his mind was full with what he was about to do today. For the first time, a living being other than him was going to know how to brew his own special recipe. That gave him an uneasy feeling, and he just hoped it would be worth it to get out of that damned little room.
He reached inside his backpack and got out a thick black book, *Advanced Potion-making for the experts of all Experts*, and opened it to page 125, on which a thin piece of parchment sat. Mo gently took it out and pocketed it. This was the recipe for the beautiful sapphire- blue potion- the *Blocker Potion*, as he simply called it.
He leaned against the wall, running a hand through his dark hair. There were no mirrors in the room, but he could tell just by feeling it that it was growing longer- well at least it was starting to grow out of the 'Tom Riddle' style his father had insisted he get. And he couldn't exactly use magic to fix it now. He wondered when Snape was going to show up. It could be any time, but Mo hoped it was soon. He was really, really starting to get bored. More like completely fed up. He resigned himself to eating some of his breakfast; after all, he thought with a small smile to himself, he didn't want to lose his good shape.
He didn't have to wait long though, as it seemed Snape was just as anxious as he was to begin. A few moments later, the door opened with a bang, and Mo knew immediately that that could be none other than the potions master himself.
"Ready?" he asked coolly as he stood in the doorway, raking Mo with his beetle- black stare.
Mo nodded, pulling his black robes tighter over him.
"Follow me," the older man said. Mo traipsed after him, out of the room, and Snape turned around, pulling him beside him.
"I'm not walking with my back to you," he said curtly, and Mo rolled his eyes.
"Geez Snape, I don't even have a wand."
"Don't play innocent with me," warned Snape as they passed through the impressive hallways and corridors, Mo trying to hide his fascination. "You know I know you can do wandless. And as long as you're working with me, you've got to respect me, you got that Riddle?"
"That goes for you too, oh all right, *professor*."
Snape shook his head. "That cheek of yours will be the end of you someday. It would do you good to take some of my earlier advice and don't play smart with me, Mr. Riddle."
Mo just smiled lopsidedly and shrugged.
Snape sighed. "Why is it I'm still having trouble believing *you* made such a powerful potion?"
Mo laughed. "You're forgetting who I am again." But they had reached the Potions classroom, and Mo, suddenly looking around him, grinned. "Cool, dungeons."
"Yes, you like those don't you," said Snape. Mo ignored him and instead dug around in his pocket for the paper. "Here's the thing," he said, waving it in the air.
"Delightful," said Snape. He looked at his watch and sighed. "I'm afraid I have to leave you for a few minutes. I'll be right back. Don't touch a thing or even try to escape; you'll regret it."
"Okay, okay." The man left, his robes billowing out behind him, and Mo knew he had locked the door such that Mo specifically couldn't get out. Mo sighed, then looked around the classroom, eying everything interestedly. (without touching anything : ) )
*There's some cool stuff here* His gaze wandered over the numerous shelves lined with different sorts of potions and potions ingredients. Mo grinned; it would be great to experiment around with all this stuff. Sure, he had lots of potions items at home, ones even more exotic then those, but they were limited. He hadn't wanted to get his father too suspicious. But here.it was everything a potions lover like Mo would dream of.
He stared at a bottle of what he knew was hippogriff's teeth. He'd always wanted to get a hold of those; he had a reason to believe it could make some of your organs resistant when mixed with the right substances, and that would help a lot in the block for Avada Kedavra.
The sound of the door creaking open interrupted his thoughts. "Back already?" he called out, and stopped short when he saw the person who had entered. This wasn't Snape. This person was shorter, slimmer, and had nicer hair.
She was tall, but still shorter than him. She wore tight fitting beige robes that outlined her curvy body and set off her deep tan. Long black hair cascaded down in curly waves just beyond her shoulders. And her eyes..they were huge, round, and dark. They were fierce, mysterious, and sad, yet a sparkle of mischief hid beneath them as well. They settled behind long, black lashes. Mo felt his breath catch for a second.
She was the dark angel girl of his dreams.
All reason flew from his brain, it didn't matter that the girl in the dreams was only of his imagination: this girl in front of him had the exact same eyes. It was *her.*
Mo came back to reality and quickly composed himself. But he could still feel those captivating eyes on him, piercing him from the top of his hair to his black robes, black turtleneck and black jeans underneath them, to his shoes. He took a deep breath. *Just act normal man, that other girl in your dreams doesn't even exist!*
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you done checking me out?" he smirked.
The girl sneered. "Don't kid yourself. I was just wondering who died." She gestured to his clothes with her eyes.
He gave her a lopsided grin. "Oh you like? I'm starting a new fashion. Mo's black for teenagers everywhere," he joked sarcastically.
"Oh yeah? Remind me not to buy anything black anytime soon," she scoffed. "You must be Mo Riddle then."
He raised his hands in the air. "Guilty as charged. I didn't know I was so famous!" he said in mock excitement.
She snorted. "So what are you doing here? The classroom, I mean."
"Important business with Professor Snape. You got a problem with that?" "With Snape? This'll be fun. I'd like to know who'll kill the other first."
"Me too. Personally I'm betting on myself," he laughed. "Just kidding," he added hastily, seeing her raise her eyebrows. He rubbed the back of his neck. "You haven't told me your name yet..not that I care. But you know mine."
"Why would I want to tell *you* my name?"
He pretended to look hurt. "Aww, don't tell me you wanna be mean to me 'cos of who I am, too!"
"Nope, I'm not like that. I'm 'mean' to you because you're a cocky jerk."
He flashed her a charming grin. "Oh, in *that* case..okay."
She rolled her eyes. Then she walked over to the teacher's desk, pulled open a drawer, and took out a few pieces of parchment with writing on them.
"There, I've finished what I'm here for."
He shrugged. "Kay, seeya around."
"I thought you wanted to know my name?"
He laughed. "Only if you want to tell it to me."
"Did anyone tell you you're really immature?"
"Nope. You have the honor of being the first."
"I'm so pleased." She paused. "I guess then you have the honor of knowing that I'm Allie."
"Ah, Allie." He bowed dramatically. "So pleased to meet you."
"Can I go now?"
"Hey, no one's stopping you."
"Fine." She turned to go, but at that moment the door opened again. It was Snape.
He eyed the two of them, frowning. "Miss Dumbledore? What are you doing here?"
Mo choked. *Dumbledore?!*
Allie reddened slightly. "I was just getting some papers. Professor McGonagall wanted them."
"Ah. I hope Riddle here hasn't been pestering you." Mo glared at him. "Oh, just a bit. Anyway, I've got the papers, thank you professor." And she left without another word.
"Don't just stand there Riddle, let's get to work," said Snape, arranging a cauldron on a table and pulling on some dragon-hide gloves.
"Who was *that*?" he asked as though he hadn't heard a word of what Snape had said.
The Potions teacher raised an eyebrow. "Alice Dumbledore. The headmaster's granddaughter."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Why are you so surprised?"
Mo frowned. "Well, somehow if you'd told me Dumbledore had a granddaughter, the image of a blue-eyed Miss Perfect who's good at every single thing she tries and has these hidden talents, probably in love with a hero person, -like Harry Potter, if he were alive-cheerfully prancing around the castle would pop into my head."
Snape's lips turned up slightly. "Good at every single thing she tries? Well as far as I know that does *not* include potions. Cheerful? She's one of the most depressed girls I know. Especially recently..not that it concerns you of course."
"Oh, *of course*," said Mo sarcastically.
"And Harry Potter would be the last person she'd ever fall in love with- she likes the dangerous, forbidden type more."
"Oh she does, does she," Mo smirked.
Snape narrowed his eyes. "Don't get any ideas, Riddle. You lay one hand on that girl and you'll be sorry that bastard you call a father ever had you."
Mo chuckled. "Don't worry. I wouldn't want to anyway. Definitely *not* my type."
He smiled to himself, remembering for a second that he'd actually thought *she* was the girl from the dream. Yeah right! Lord Voldemort's son and Albus Dumbledore's granddaughter- Mo almost laughed out loud.
*She was so obviously a bitch anyway.*
"Good." Snape's voice cut into his thoughts. "Now that we've cleared that up, let's get on with work. I'm a busy man; I don't have all day."
Mo nodded. "Okay, here's the recipe." He handed Snape the piece of paper, which the older man read, nodding thoughtfully.
"Think you're up to its level?" Mo teased after Snape had set the paper on the desk.
Snape ignored him. "This actually makes sense," he mused. "Of course..Brain Potion mixed with Purple Grass..Deadens the nerves in your body..But the right amount and when to put them.."
"It wasn't easy figuring that out," agreed Mo. "I had to try it a million times with different amounts."
"You know something Riddle? You may just have half a brain after all."
"I suppose I'll take that as a compliment then," said Mo dryly.
Snape was looking at the paper again. "I don't have all these ingredients..I'll have to copy the recipe before giving this back to you. We can start work on Avada Kedavra tomorrow, all right?"
"Okay. Why don't you just do a duplicating charm on the recipe and give me the original?" Mo felt better having the recipe with him.
"Oh, I'll do just that." He directed his wand at the parchment, muttered *Duplicio*, and another parchment exactly the same as the other instantly appeared. Snape nodded with approval then turned to Mo.
"We'll gather the ingredients we already have and that'll be it for now. Let's move it."
Half an hour later, Snape led Mo back to the tiny room, having collected the materials and discussed the potion at length. Mo had realized that Snape was one smart guy under all that- er- greasiness.
"I may be coming back to get you any time today or tomorrow," he said shortly before he left, leaving Mo to his thoughts. It had been an - interesting morning.
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to J.K Rowling and not me.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to update and thanks a heap for all your great reviews! I'm sort of having a writer's block but it's better now and I managed to get this out : )
Now some of you might not like this chapter, and you can flame me if you want and call it a mary-sue or whatever(even though it's not, I assure you) and that's fine with me. I'm writing this 'cos I enjoy it and enjoy the idea. If you choose to bear with me for a while then you'll love it. : )
Chapter 5
There were no windows in that tiny room, but Mo knew by looking at his watch that it was morning. Ten a.m, to be exact. He had just woken up a little while ago. He hadn't been able to sleep until three last night; his mind was full with what he was about to do today. For the first time, a living being other than him was going to know how to brew his own special recipe. That gave him an uneasy feeling, and he just hoped it would be worth it to get out of that damned little room.
He reached inside his backpack and got out a thick black book, *Advanced Potion-making for the experts of all Experts*, and opened it to page 125, on which a thin piece of parchment sat. Mo gently took it out and pocketed it. This was the recipe for the beautiful sapphire- blue potion- the *Blocker Potion*, as he simply called it.
He leaned against the wall, running a hand through his dark hair. There were no mirrors in the room, but he could tell just by feeling it that it was growing longer- well at least it was starting to grow out of the 'Tom Riddle' style his father had insisted he get. And he couldn't exactly use magic to fix it now. He wondered when Snape was going to show up. It could be any time, but Mo hoped it was soon. He was really, really starting to get bored. More like completely fed up. He resigned himself to eating some of his breakfast; after all, he thought with a small smile to himself, he didn't want to lose his good shape.
He didn't have to wait long though, as it seemed Snape was just as anxious as he was to begin. A few moments later, the door opened with a bang, and Mo knew immediately that that could be none other than the potions master himself.
"Ready?" he asked coolly as he stood in the doorway, raking Mo with his beetle- black stare.
Mo nodded, pulling his black robes tighter over him.
"Follow me," the older man said. Mo traipsed after him, out of the room, and Snape turned around, pulling him beside him.
"I'm not walking with my back to you," he said curtly, and Mo rolled his eyes.
"Geez Snape, I don't even have a wand."
"Don't play innocent with me," warned Snape as they passed through the impressive hallways and corridors, Mo trying to hide his fascination. "You know I know you can do wandless. And as long as you're working with me, you've got to respect me, you got that Riddle?"
"That goes for you too, oh all right, *professor*."
Snape shook his head. "That cheek of yours will be the end of you someday. It would do you good to take some of my earlier advice and don't play smart with me, Mr. Riddle."
Mo just smiled lopsidedly and shrugged.
Snape sighed. "Why is it I'm still having trouble believing *you* made such a powerful potion?"
Mo laughed. "You're forgetting who I am again." But they had reached the Potions classroom, and Mo, suddenly looking around him, grinned. "Cool, dungeons."
"Yes, you like those don't you," said Snape. Mo ignored him and instead dug around in his pocket for the paper. "Here's the thing," he said, waving it in the air.
"Delightful," said Snape. He looked at his watch and sighed. "I'm afraid I have to leave you for a few minutes. I'll be right back. Don't touch a thing or even try to escape; you'll regret it."
"Okay, okay." The man left, his robes billowing out behind him, and Mo knew he had locked the door such that Mo specifically couldn't get out. Mo sighed, then looked around the classroom, eying everything interestedly. (without touching anything : ) )
*There's some cool stuff here* His gaze wandered over the numerous shelves lined with different sorts of potions and potions ingredients. Mo grinned; it would be great to experiment around with all this stuff. Sure, he had lots of potions items at home, ones even more exotic then those, but they were limited. He hadn't wanted to get his father too suspicious. But here.it was everything a potions lover like Mo would dream of.
He stared at a bottle of what he knew was hippogriff's teeth. He'd always wanted to get a hold of those; he had a reason to believe it could make some of your organs resistant when mixed with the right substances, and that would help a lot in the block for Avada Kedavra.
The sound of the door creaking open interrupted his thoughts. "Back already?" he called out, and stopped short when he saw the person who had entered. This wasn't Snape. This person was shorter, slimmer, and had nicer hair.
She was tall, but still shorter than him. She wore tight fitting beige robes that outlined her curvy body and set off her deep tan. Long black hair cascaded down in curly waves just beyond her shoulders. And her eyes..they were huge, round, and dark. They were fierce, mysterious, and sad, yet a sparkle of mischief hid beneath them as well. They settled behind long, black lashes. Mo felt his breath catch for a second.
She was the dark angel girl of his dreams.
All reason flew from his brain, it didn't matter that the girl in the dreams was only of his imagination: this girl in front of him had the exact same eyes. It was *her.*
Mo came back to reality and quickly composed himself. But he could still feel those captivating eyes on him, piercing him from the top of his hair to his black robes, black turtleneck and black jeans underneath them, to his shoes. He took a deep breath. *Just act normal man, that other girl in your dreams doesn't even exist!*
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you done checking me out?" he smirked.
The girl sneered. "Don't kid yourself. I was just wondering who died." She gestured to his clothes with her eyes.
He gave her a lopsided grin. "Oh you like? I'm starting a new fashion. Mo's black for teenagers everywhere," he joked sarcastically.
"Oh yeah? Remind me not to buy anything black anytime soon," she scoffed. "You must be Mo Riddle then."
He raised his hands in the air. "Guilty as charged. I didn't know I was so famous!" he said in mock excitement.
She snorted. "So what are you doing here? The classroom, I mean."
"Important business with Professor Snape. You got a problem with that?" "With Snape? This'll be fun. I'd like to know who'll kill the other first."
"Me too. Personally I'm betting on myself," he laughed. "Just kidding," he added hastily, seeing her raise her eyebrows. He rubbed the back of his neck. "You haven't told me your name yet..not that I care. But you know mine."
"Why would I want to tell *you* my name?"
He pretended to look hurt. "Aww, don't tell me you wanna be mean to me 'cos of who I am, too!"
"Nope, I'm not like that. I'm 'mean' to you because you're a cocky jerk."
He flashed her a charming grin. "Oh, in *that* case..okay."
She rolled her eyes. Then she walked over to the teacher's desk, pulled open a drawer, and took out a few pieces of parchment with writing on them.
"There, I've finished what I'm here for."
He shrugged. "Kay, seeya around."
"I thought you wanted to know my name?"
He laughed. "Only if you want to tell it to me."
"Did anyone tell you you're really immature?"
"Nope. You have the honor of being the first."
"I'm so pleased." She paused. "I guess then you have the honor of knowing that I'm Allie."
"Ah, Allie." He bowed dramatically. "So pleased to meet you."
"Can I go now?"
"Hey, no one's stopping you."
"Fine." She turned to go, but at that moment the door opened again. It was Snape.
He eyed the two of them, frowning. "Miss Dumbledore? What are you doing here?"
Mo choked. *Dumbledore?!*
Allie reddened slightly. "I was just getting some papers. Professor McGonagall wanted them."
"Ah. I hope Riddle here hasn't been pestering you." Mo glared at him. "Oh, just a bit. Anyway, I've got the papers, thank you professor." And she left without another word.
"Don't just stand there Riddle, let's get to work," said Snape, arranging a cauldron on a table and pulling on some dragon-hide gloves.
"Who was *that*?" he asked as though he hadn't heard a word of what Snape had said.
The Potions teacher raised an eyebrow. "Alice Dumbledore. The headmaster's granddaughter."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Why are you so surprised?"
Mo frowned. "Well, somehow if you'd told me Dumbledore had a granddaughter, the image of a blue-eyed Miss Perfect who's good at every single thing she tries and has these hidden talents, probably in love with a hero person, -like Harry Potter, if he were alive-cheerfully prancing around the castle would pop into my head."
Snape's lips turned up slightly. "Good at every single thing she tries? Well as far as I know that does *not* include potions. Cheerful? She's one of the most depressed girls I know. Especially recently..not that it concerns you of course."
"Oh, *of course*," said Mo sarcastically.
"And Harry Potter would be the last person she'd ever fall in love with- she likes the dangerous, forbidden type more."
"Oh she does, does she," Mo smirked.
Snape narrowed his eyes. "Don't get any ideas, Riddle. You lay one hand on that girl and you'll be sorry that bastard you call a father ever had you."
Mo chuckled. "Don't worry. I wouldn't want to anyway. Definitely *not* my type."
He smiled to himself, remembering for a second that he'd actually thought *she* was the girl from the dream. Yeah right! Lord Voldemort's son and Albus Dumbledore's granddaughter- Mo almost laughed out loud.
*She was so obviously a bitch anyway.*
"Good." Snape's voice cut into his thoughts. "Now that we've cleared that up, let's get on with work. I'm a busy man; I don't have all day."
Mo nodded. "Okay, here's the recipe." He handed Snape the piece of paper, which the older man read, nodding thoughtfully.
"Think you're up to its level?" Mo teased after Snape had set the paper on the desk.
Snape ignored him. "This actually makes sense," he mused. "Of course..Brain Potion mixed with Purple Grass..Deadens the nerves in your body..But the right amount and when to put them.."
"It wasn't easy figuring that out," agreed Mo. "I had to try it a million times with different amounts."
"You know something Riddle? You may just have half a brain after all."
"I suppose I'll take that as a compliment then," said Mo dryly.
Snape was looking at the paper again. "I don't have all these ingredients..I'll have to copy the recipe before giving this back to you. We can start work on Avada Kedavra tomorrow, all right?"
"Okay. Why don't you just do a duplicating charm on the recipe and give me the original?" Mo felt better having the recipe with him.
"Oh, I'll do just that." He directed his wand at the parchment, muttered *Duplicio*, and another parchment exactly the same as the other instantly appeared. Snape nodded with approval then turned to Mo.
"We'll gather the ingredients we already have and that'll be it for now. Let's move it."
Half an hour later, Snape led Mo back to the tiny room, having collected the materials and discussed the potion at length. Mo had realized that Snape was one smart guy under all that- er- greasiness.
"I may be coming back to get you any time today or tomorrow," he said shortly before he left, leaving Mo to his thoughts. It had been an - interesting morning.