Secrets Revealed
Chapter 2
Hermione Grange was at her best friend Ronald Weasley's house contemplating the information Ron just gave her. She had just found out that Harry wasn't a Potter but a Riddle and that Ron had known this since the end of the first year. She couldn't help but be angry at Ron for no telling them or at least Harry about this tidbit of information. She got her owl and wrote Harry a letter.
Dear Harry,
I'm so sorry about the news of your parentage. I just found out today from Ron who is acting.well he's acting like he did during the Triwizard Tournament. I don't care who your father is Harry. You're my best friend and I love you. Keep yourself safe
~ Love Always
Hermione Granger
~*~*~*~
Alexander read the letter over and over before writing a response back to Hermione. He knew that Ron knew and that he would act the way Hermione described and to be perfectly honest he didn't care that Ron was angry. If Ron wanted to throw away their friendship it was perfectly fine to him.
"You won't be going back to school this year Alex. You have training to do," Tom said.
"What will I be training in father?" Alexander asked.
"Well we started on the dark arts but you're going to work on hand-to- hand combat," Tom answered.
"Alright father," Alexander answered as he tied a short note to Hedwig's led and sent her to Hermione.
~*~*~*~
It had been three months and school had started and Alexander had grown very close to his father. Alexander had decided not to go by 'Harry Potter' and had grown into his true name. He had already mastered the dark arts as well as light magic that had its uses as well. Alexander had also excelled in Martial Arts and Kickboxing. During the relatively short stay with his father he had discovered that he had a talent for wandless magic. He had been practicing during the little time he had left of his days and he was just as good, if not better, at doing magic without a wand. He hadn't told his father about that yet because he wanted it to be a surprise.
~*~*~*~
BACK AT HOGWARTS
Hermione was worried about Harry. She hadn't heard from him after her letter about Ron and even then there was something different about the emotion in the letter. When he didn't show up for the start of term she got really nervous and her nerves weren't comforted at all by Headmaster Dumbledore because he wasn't his usual cheerful self.
The Daily Prophet had an exposé on Harry's mysterious disappearance and to say that everyone was on edge would be extremely understated. Hermione didn't know what to do but all eyes were on her when Harry's white owl flew through the school and landed in front of her. She opened the letter and read what was enclosed.
Dear Hermione,
I'm okay and well. I won't be attending school this year but I will be taking lessons. I'd appreciate if you'd send that piece of information to Dumbledore. I won't tell you where I am and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't try to find me. I trust you to not repeat anything I tell you. If you need to reach me call me on my cell phone at 917-555-5550 with the phone enclosed in the package.
~ Harry
~*~*~*~
It was winter break and Alexander was back at Riddle Manor with his father. It was Christmas Eve and Tom had called a meeting for his trustful Death Eaters as well as his junior Death Eaters.
Over the past five months Alexander had filled out greatly. He had earned muscular calves, cut arms, and a six-pack. One of the first things his father did was buy him new clothes. Alexander was a Riddle and a Riddle had nothing but the best. Alexander made his way to his bathroom to take a shower fore tonight he would be meeting his father's followers and Harry Potter would be completely erased until all that was left was Riddle.
Alexander took a long hot shower before washing his hair with a silkening potion that had been made especially for him. When he was done he walked out of the shower and casted a spell to dry his hair as well as his body. He them picked up an Armani labeled body oil and massaged it into his skin. Once he was done he walked over to his chest of drawers and opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black boxer briefs that were a size too big so that it gave him enough room to 'breath' and a black wife beater.
He put on each item before walking into his closet and pulling out something suitable to wear. He chose a pair of loose fitting leather pants, a blood red silk shirt over his wife beater, and a pair of black Perry Ellis boots. He combed his long silky hair to make sure that it was untangled before he brushed it back and held it with a silk blood red strip of cloth.
As soon as he finished getting dressed a house elf popped in his room and said, "Your presence is requested in the raven room, Young Master Riddle."
Alexander nodded before walking into his closet and putting on a black cloak that had a blood red ruby clasp. He slipped on the garment and fastened it and pulled on the hood before appariating out of his room and into the raven room.
The raven room was large. It was about as big, if not bigger, than the Great Hall in Hogwarts. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the night with millions of glittering stars that provided the only light that was to be used in the room. The little amount of furniture was done elegantly in black. A large table was at the far end of room where Tom Riddle sat with an assortment of weapons splayed neatly. There was another chair next to Tom that Alexander was sure that his father's minions were wondering for whom the seat was for.
Alexander chose that moment to walk out of the shadows and make his way over to the table where he bowed to his father before walking around the table and sitting at the chair designated for him. As soon as he sat Nagini, who had grown attached to Alexander, slithered from the shadows and curled up in front of the table where the two Riddle men sat.
"You were summoned tonight because I feel that you selected few," Tom said referring to about 600 people, "are worthy of knowing that I have an heir."
Tom watched as his minions writhed uncomfortably at his statement. He was sure that most of them didn't know that he had a child. There were only about ten people whom he told he had a child and eight of them were in his room.
Tom lifted a regal hand and motioned towards Alexander and said, "This is my son Alexander Riddle."
With his father's introduction made Alexander lifted his head and took off the hood of his cloak showing his face to those in the room. He smirked when he saw Draco Malfoy standing next to his father with his little bodyguards on his other side.
Tom smirked when he saw Lucious realize that he had a son once and that this was he. There was no denying it because the boy was almost a carbon copy of Tom himself. Tom looked over the room lazily before continuing, "Although a lot of you might not remember him as Alexander. You might know him by Harry Potter, the only one who was ever known to deflect the Killing Curse."
"Potter!" Draco exclaimed in disbelief.
"I can assure young Malfoy that I am no Potter," Alexander said as he looked at Draco's face appreciatively. "You look much better than you did last year. I think it's the spike you applied to your hair."
Alexander looked around the room and a female caught his attention. She was about 5'10", had somewhat pale mocha skin, lavender eyes, and long raven hair that reached the bottom of her back with the tips being a dark purple shade. "And who are you?" Alexander asked with lust clearly visible through his eyes.
Tom smiled at his son's open desire. He knew very well why his son was attracted to the young looking temptress and couldn't blame him really. Most people were attracted to her but with her pickiness no one ever got, from her, what they sought.
"I am Alahandra young master," the beautiful woman said bowing her head slightly as a show of respect.
"Such a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman," Alexander said as he took her hand and kissed it. "I feel that we will become very good friends."
The night went on with Alexander meeting his father's Death Eaters and getting to know Draco a little better. Draco turned out having a lot more in common with Alexander than they originally thought. Draco quickly became one of Alexander's confidant's.
"Alexander." Draco started but was interrupted by Alexander.
"Call me Alex Draco," Alexander said.
"Alex, I have to tell you that if someone would have told me that we would actually get along I would have hexed them and laughed as they writhed in pain but I can honestly say that I have enjoyed the time I've spent with you today and I'm not just saying that because you're father is my master. I hope you know that I will be expecting to be receiving owls from you until you re-attend Hogwarts next year," Draco said as he patted Alex on the back.
"There's no doubt about you hearing from me during the year but I need a favor. You see I can't say I fully trust Hermione. You see we're sort of doing the long distance dating but I don't know if she's as trustful as she should and would need to be if she's going to be my girlfriend. I have suspicion that she runs to Dumbledore and tells him everything I tells her through my letters, which isn't much," Alex said.
"You're sure that she's spying?" Draco asked.
"I'm not sure. I gave her a number to a cell phone that my father got for me a few months ago. When the calls first started she seemed worried for my well-being and happy to speak to me. Almost enamored with me and my deeper voice but as time went by her calls got longer and more recent with questions that she normally wouldn't even think of asking. She once told me that she didn't care who my father was as long as I was okay and happy but then she gets on the phone and asks where I was, what I was studying, and whether or not I was in New York. The area code in a New York area code Draco but Hermione's never taken Muggle Studies or went to the states. How would she know what New York's cell phone area code is? I know Hermione and she wouldn't even have thought to ask about that unless someone asked. Just watch her for me would you?" Alex asked.
"Sure," Draco replied before he left with his father.
Chapter 2
Hermione Grange was at her best friend Ronald Weasley's house contemplating the information Ron just gave her. She had just found out that Harry wasn't a Potter but a Riddle and that Ron had known this since the end of the first year. She couldn't help but be angry at Ron for no telling them or at least Harry about this tidbit of information. She got her owl and wrote Harry a letter.
Dear Harry,
I'm so sorry about the news of your parentage. I just found out today from Ron who is acting.well he's acting like he did during the Triwizard Tournament. I don't care who your father is Harry. You're my best friend and I love you. Keep yourself safe
~ Love Always
Hermione Granger
~*~*~*~
Alexander read the letter over and over before writing a response back to Hermione. He knew that Ron knew and that he would act the way Hermione described and to be perfectly honest he didn't care that Ron was angry. If Ron wanted to throw away their friendship it was perfectly fine to him.
"You won't be going back to school this year Alex. You have training to do," Tom said.
"What will I be training in father?" Alexander asked.
"Well we started on the dark arts but you're going to work on hand-to- hand combat," Tom answered.
"Alright father," Alexander answered as he tied a short note to Hedwig's led and sent her to Hermione.
~*~*~*~
It had been three months and school had started and Alexander had grown very close to his father. Alexander had decided not to go by 'Harry Potter' and had grown into his true name. He had already mastered the dark arts as well as light magic that had its uses as well. Alexander had also excelled in Martial Arts and Kickboxing. During the relatively short stay with his father he had discovered that he had a talent for wandless magic. He had been practicing during the little time he had left of his days and he was just as good, if not better, at doing magic without a wand. He hadn't told his father about that yet because he wanted it to be a surprise.
~*~*~*~
BACK AT HOGWARTS
Hermione was worried about Harry. She hadn't heard from him after her letter about Ron and even then there was something different about the emotion in the letter. When he didn't show up for the start of term she got really nervous and her nerves weren't comforted at all by Headmaster Dumbledore because he wasn't his usual cheerful self.
The Daily Prophet had an exposé on Harry's mysterious disappearance and to say that everyone was on edge would be extremely understated. Hermione didn't know what to do but all eyes were on her when Harry's white owl flew through the school and landed in front of her. She opened the letter and read what was enclosed.
Dear Hermione,
I'm okay and well. I won't be attending school this year but I will be taking lessons. I'd appreciate if you'd send that piece of information to Dumbledore. I won't tell you where I am and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't try to find me. I trust you to not repeat anything I tell you. If you need to reach me call me on my cell phone at 917-555-5550 with the phone enclosed in the package.
~ Harry
~*~*~*~
It was winter break and Alexander was back at Riddle Manor with his father. It was Christmas Eve and Tom had called a meeting for his trustful Death Eaters as well as his junior Death Eaters.
Over the past five months Alexander had filled out greatly. He had earned muscular calves, cut arms, and a six-pack. One of the first things his father did was buy him new clothes. Alexander was a Riddle and a Riddle had nothing but the best. Alexander made his way to his bathroom to take a shower fore tonight he would be meeting his father's followers and Harry Potter would be completely erased until all that was left was Riddle.
Alexander took a long hot shower before washing his hair with a silkening potion that had been made especially for him. When he was done he walked out of the shower and casted a spell to dry his hair as well as his body. He them picked up an Armani labeled body oil and massaged it into his skin. Once he was done he walked over to his chest of drawers and opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black boxer briefs that were a size too big so that it gave him enough room to 'breath' and a black wife beater.
He put on each item before walking into his closet and pulling out something suitable to wear. He chose a pair of loose fitting leather pants, a blood red silk shirt over his wife beater, and a pair of black Perry Ellis boots. He combed his long silky hair to make sure that it was untangled before he brushed it back and held it with a silk blood red strip of cloth.
As soon as he finished getting dressed a house elf popped in his room and said, "Your presence is requested in the raven room, Young Master Riddle."
Alexander nodded before walking into his closet and putting on a black cloak that had a blood red ruby clasp. He slipped on the garment and fastened it and pulled on the hood before appariating out of his room and into the raven room.
The raven room was large. It was about as big, if not bigger, than the Great Hall in Hogwarts. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the night with millions of glittering stars that provided the only light that was to be used in the room. The little amount of furniture was done elegantly in black. A large table was at the far end of room where Tom Riddle sat with an assortment of weapons splayed neatly. There was another chair next to Tom that Alexander was sure that his father's minions were wondering for whom the seat was for.
Alexander chose that moment to walk out of the shadows and make his way over to the table where he bowed to his father before walking around the table and sitting at the chair designated for him. As soon as he sat Nagini, who had grown attached to Alexander, slithered from the shadows and curled up in front of the table where the two Riddle men sat.
"You were summoned tonight because I feel that you selected few," Tom said referring to about 600 people, "are worthy of knowing that I have an heir."
Tom watched as his minions writhed uncomfortably at his statement. He was sure that most of them didn't know that he had a child. There were only about ten people whom he told he had a child and eight of them were in his room.
Tom lifted a regal hand and motioned towards Alexander and said, "This is my son Alexander Riddle."
With his father's introduction made Alexander lifted his head and took off the hood of his cloak showing his face to those in the room. He smirked when he saw Draco Malfoy standing next to his father with his little bodyguards on his other side.
Tom smirked when he saw Lucious realize that he had a son once and that this was he. There was no denying it because the boy was almost a carbon copy of Tom himself. Tom looked over the room lazily before continuing, "Although a lot of you might not remember him as Alexander. You might know him by Harry Potter, the only one who was ever known to deflect the Killing Curse."
"Potter!" Draco exclaimed in disbelief.
"I can assure young Malfoy that I am no Potter," Alexander said as he looked at Draco's face appreciatively. "You look much better than you did last year. I think it's the spike you applied to your hair."
Alexander looked around the room and a female caught his attention. She was about 5'10", had somewhat pale mocha skin, lavender eyes, and long raven hair that reached the bottom of her back with the tips being a dark purple shade. "And who are you?" Alexander asked with lust clearly visible through his eyes.
Tom smiled at his son's open desire. He knew very well why his son was attracted to the young looking temptress and couldn't blame him really. Most people were attracted to her but with her pickiness no one ever got, from her, what they sought.
"I am Alahandra young master," the beautiful woman said bowing her head slightly as a show of respect.
"Such a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman," Alexander said as he took her hand and kissed it. "I feel that we will become very good friends."
The night went on with Alexander meeting his father's Death Eaters and getting to know Draco a little better. Draco turned out having a lot more in common with Alexander than they originally thought. Draco quickly became one of Alexander's confidant's.
"Alexander." Draco started but was interrupted by Alexander.
"Call me Alex Draco," Alexander said.
"Alex, I have to tell you that if someone would have told me that we would actually get along I would have hexed them and laughed as they writhed in pain but I can honestly say that I have enjoyed the time I've spent with you today and I'm not just saying that because you're father is my master. I hope you know that I will be expecting to be receiving owls from you until you re-attend Hogwarts next year," Draco said as he patted Alex on the back.
"There's no doubt about you hearing from me during the year but I need a favor. You see I can't say I fully trust Hermione. You see we're sort of doing the long distance dating but I don't know if she's as trustful as she should and would need to be if she's going to be my girlfriend. I have suspicion that she runs to Dumbledore and tells him everything I tells her through my letters, which isn't much," Alex said.
"You're sure that she's spying?" Draco asked.
"I'm not sure. I gave her a number to a cell phone that my father got for me a few months ago. When the calls first started she seemed worried for my well-being and happy to speak to me. Almost enamored with me and my deeper voice but as time went by her calls got longer and more recent with questions that she normally wouldn't even think of asking. She once told me that she didn't care who my father was as long as I was okay and happy but then she gets on the phone and asks where I was, what I was studying, and whether or not I was in New York. The area code in a New York area code Draco but Hermione's never taken Muggle Studies or went to the states. How would she know what New York's cell phone area code is? I know Hermione and she wouldn't even have thought to ask about that unless someone asked. Just watch her for me would you?" Alex asked.
"Sure," Draco replied before he left with his father.