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Snape was the first to awaken, "Anyway, it seems as if Voldemort has found out who they are and is coming." his voice trailed off as his brain registered what his eyes were seeing. With unusual haste, he ran to Dumbledore's side to check if the principal was coming around. No sooner was he at the old man's side that he started stirring, along with Professor McGonogall. They both rid themselves of their daze soon enough when Snape noticed the message burnt into the carpet in the middle of the room. It was in a spidery style that seemed to try and hide whenever it was stared too hard at. The words were simple, "The Riddle Name lives on". Professor McGonogall drew in a sharp breath and looked as though she was going to faint. Snape felt vaguely sorry for her, Gryffindor's two best students had disappeared. Slytherin was bound to win the house cup this year.
Hermione came around first, rubbing at the sore spot on her head. It took a moment or two to realise that she didn't know where she was, then she noticed Harry lying next to her on a huge bed. "Harry, wake up," she whispered urgently, trying to shake him awake, but he was having none of it. She barely dodged the arm swung around to brush the annoyance away, and shook him even harder. "Harry, you have to wake up, now." She insisted. He tried to brush her away again, but eventually came to.
"Hmn?" he asked, "why did you wake me up for 'Mione, and what are you doing in the boys dorm anyway?" his had reached out blindly for his glasses, until he couldn't find them, then he opened his eyes. "What the..." his voice trailed off, "Mione, I can see, and we're not in the boys dorm, I don't even think that we're at Hogwarts, so where are we?" he asked calmly.
"I'm not sure." She answered timidly, "I can't remember anything except for Dumbledore wanting to see us." Her forehead creased as she tried to remember more, but couldn't.
Harry on the other hand, remembered it clearly. "I remember," he exclaimed excitedly, then his expression grew troubled, "No it must have been a bad dream." Hermione prodded him to tell more, "Well, Dumbledore told us that we were twins, I remember that clearly, but then, see it must have been a dream, because he told us that Voldemort was our father." He finished calmly, "see, it couldn't have been real.
But Hermione's brow was furrowed in thought, "But what if it was true?" she asked, "It would explain why we don't know where we are. Don't you see."
Hermione was cut off by the door opening. In strode a tall dark haired man. "Good, you are awake, I was afraid you might sleep for a week."
"What day is it?" asked Hermione quickly.
"Thursday I believe." Replied the stranger.
"And where are we?" Harry asked.
The man replied with nary a blink "why, you're at home of course."
Hermione and Harry shared a worried glance. Hermione decided to ask one more question. "So who are you?"
The man let out a low laugh, "I'm your father, Tom." Hermione wished at that moment that she was one of those girls who fainted at the merest hint of a mouse. But alas and alack, she wasn't. Her hand grabbed at Harry's shoulder for support as she rocked back on the bed. Harry caught her with his spare hand as his right one searched for his wand. "Your wand is in a safe place son, I would not have taken it from you, but I was rather nervous of your reactions. You might try to hex me or something."
"You're damn right I would." Harry growled, "I'd curse you to the deepest pits of hell, I beat you once, I could beat you again, I know it." Hermione could feel the tension in his body and could hear the grinding of his teeth as he said the words. "If I had my wand here, I'd risk Azkaban to curse you with all the unforgivables to make sure you were under the earth where you belong."
Tom Riddle sighed, his own flesh and blood, he would get Dumbledore for this.
Meanwhile, back in Hogwarts. "Where the hell are they?" stormed Ron as he paced the Gryffindor common room for the hundredth time. "I mean, they go to Dumbledore's office and don't come out again, what is the old fool up to in there?"
Seamus looked at Dean and they both emitted long suffering sighs, "Ron, will you sit down, you're wearing a hole in the carpet, and I don't think McGonogall will get us another one, not after Fred and George destroying that good one last year."
"Yeah, remember how they were saying, 'it wasn't us, honest Professor, it was the wind, it must have blown through an open window and knocked a coal out of the fire into those little pots on the table, that was how they exploded, honest!"
"Yeah, I don't think she really believed them though, after all, they were the ones who welded the windows closed to watch Percy try and open them, God they were hilarious."
"Can you two shut up," yelled Ron, he looked at them in disgust, "now I know why I hung out with Harry and Herm, there was no one else decent to talk to!"
"Hey, that hurts you know Ron, that hurts real bad" called out Seamus as Ron stormed through the door. Then he and Dean burst into laughter. It was so much fun annoying Ron, and so easy too.
Hermione and Harry sat next to each other as Tom held up his wand and pointed it at them. "Reversicula" he muttered, and the newly found brother and sister felt a cold wave wash over them. "There, now you are back to your original selves. Feel free to make yourselves at home, you may explore this whole place top to bottom, there are wards to make sure you don't escape."
The two looked at each other, they had to find a way out of here, they had to get back to Hogwarts. "But sir," Hermione started.
"Call me Father, I insist" said the man smoothly.
"Okay, father then, you don't want our education stunted do you? After all, we can't truly be your heirs if we're high school dropouts can we?"
Lord Voldemort looked at his daughter with newly widened eyes, "so you are clever, I like that, it will serve you well in the future. Very well, I will let you return to Hogwarts, since you both want it so much. But I will make you sign an agreement first." He pulled out his wand and waved it at the desk. On it appeared two sheets of paper, and on them was written in green ink,
"I Hermione/Harry Riddle do solemnly swear that I shall not try to escape from my natural father and to return to him once my final year of schooling at Hogwarts is completed."
There was a space at the bottom for their signatures. As they both signed, for both were desperate to return to Hogwarts, they felt another cold wave overtake them.
Tom Riddle looked pleased, "there, that was a magical agreement that you cannot escape from. You are bound to me and you will come back to me, not like the last time we parted. Now go my children, learn as much as you can, for there is a place awaiting you here when you return."
And with that, Harry and Hermione found themselves being lifted up, and then everything went black.
Again.
Snape was the first to awaken, "Anyway, it seems as if Voldemort has found out who they are and is coming." his voice trailed off as his brain registered what his eyes were seeing. With unusual haste, he ran to Dumbledore's side to check if the principal was coming around. No sooner was he at the old man's side that he started stirring, along with Professor McGonogall. They both rid themselves of their daze soon enough when Snape noticed the message burnt into the carpet in the middle of the room. It was in a spidery style that seemed to try and hide whenever it was stared too hard at. The words were simple, "The Riddle Name lives on". Professor McGonogall drew in a sharp breath and looked as though she was going to faint. Snape felt vaguely sorry for her, Gryffindor's two best students had disappeared. Slytherin was bound to win the house cup this year.
Hermione came around first, rubbing at the sore spot on her head. It took a moment or two to realise that she didn't know where she was, then she noticed Harry lying next to her on a huge bed. "Harry, wake up," she whispered urgently, trying to shake him awake, but he was having none of it. She barely dodged the arm swung around to brush the annoyance away, and shook him even harder. "Harry, you have to wake up, now." She insisted. He tried to brush her away again, but eventually came to.
"Hmn?" he asked, "why did you wake me up for 'Mione, and what are you doing in the boys dorm anyway?" his had reached out blindly for his glasses, until he couldn't find them, then he opened his eyes. "What the..." his voice trailed off, "Mione, I can see, and we're not in the boys dorm, I don't even think that we're at Hogwarts, so where are we?" he asked calmly.
"I'm not sure." She answered timidly, "I can't remember anything except for Dumbledore wanting to see us." Her forehead creased as she tried to remember more, but couldn't.
Harry on the other hand, remembered it clearly. "I remember," he exclaimed excitedly, then his expression grew troubled, "No it must have been a bad dream." Hermione prodded him to tell more, "Well, Dumbledore told us that we were twins, I remember that clearly, but then, see it must have been a dream, because he told us that Voldemort was our father." He finished calmly, "see, it couldn't have been real.
But Hermione's brow was furrowed in thought, "But what if it was true?" she asked, "It would explain why we don't know where we are. Don't you see."
Hermione was cut off by the door opening. In strode a tall dark haired man. "Good, you are awake, I was afraid you might sleep for a week."
"What day is it?" asked Hermione quickly.
"Thursday I believe." Replied the stranger.
"And where are we?" Harry asked.
The man replied with nary a blink "why, you're at home of course."
Hermione and Harry shared a worried glance. Hermione decided to ask one more question. "So who are you?"
The man let out a low laugh, "I'm your father, Tom." Hermione wished at that moment that she was one of those girls who fainted at the merest hint of a mouse. But alas and alack, she wasn't. Her hand grabbed at Harry's shoulder for support as she rocked back on the bed. Harry caught her with his spare hand as his right one searched for his wand. "Your wand is in a safe place son, I would not have taken it from you, but I was rather nervous of your reactions. You might try to hex me or something."
"You're damn right I would." Harry growled, "I'd curse you to the deepest pits of hell, I beat you once, I could beat you again, I know it." Hermione could feel the tension in his body and could hear the grinding of his teeth as he said the words. "If I had my wand here, I'd risk Azkaban to curse you with all the unforgivables to make sure you were under the earth where you belong."
Tom Riddle sighed, his own flesh and blood, he would get Dumbledore for this.
Meanwhile, back in Hogwarts. "Where the hell are they?" stormed Ron as he paced the Gryffindor common room for the hundredth time. "I mean, they go to Dumbledore's office and don't come out again, what is the old fool up to in there?"
Seamus looked at Dean and they both emitted long suffering sighs, "Ron, will you sit down, you're wearing a hole in the carpet, and I don't think McGonogall will get us another one, not after Fred and George destroying that good one last year."
"Yeah, remember how they were saying, 'it wasn't us, honest Professor, it was the wind, it must have blown through an open window and knocked a coal out of the fire into those little pots on the table, that was how they exploded, honest!"
"Yeah, I don't think she really believed them though, after all, they were the ones who welded the windows closed to watch Percy try and open them, God they were hilarious."
"Can you two shut up," yelled Ron, he looked at them in disgust, "now I know why I hung out with Harry and Herm, there was no one else decent to talk to!"
"Hey, that hurts you know Ron, that hurts real bad" called out Seamus as Ron stormed through the door. Then he and Dean burst into laughter. It was so much fun annoying Ron, and so easy too.
Hermione and Harry sat next to each other as Tom held up his wand and pointed it at them. "Reversicula" he muttered, and the newly found brother and sister felt a cold wave wash over them. "There, now you are back to your original selves. Feel free to make yourselves at home, you may explore this whole place top to bottom, there are wards to make sure you don't escape."
The two looked at each other, they had to find a way out of here, they had to get back to Hogwarts. "But sir," Hermione started.
"Call me Father, I insist" said the man smoothly.
"Okay, father then, you don't want our education stunted do you? After all, we can't truly be your heirs if we're high school dropouts can we?"
Lord Voldemort looked at his daughter with newly widened eyes, "so you are clever, I like that, it will serve you well in the future. Very well, I will let you return to Hogwarts, since you both want it so much. But I will make you sign an agreement first." He pulled out his wand and waved it at the desk. On it appeared two sheets of paper, and on them was written in green ink,
"I Hermione/Harry Riddle do solemnly swear that I shall not try to escape from my natural father and to return to him once my final year of schooling at Hogwarts is completed."
There was a space at the bottom for their signatures. As they both signed, for both were desperate to return to Hogwarts, they felt another cold wave overtake them.
Tom Riddle looked pleased, "there, that was a magical agreement that you cannot escape from. You are bound to me and you will come back to me, not like the last time we parted. Now go my children, learn as much as you can, for there is a place awaiting you here when you return."
And with that, Harry and Hermione found themselves being lifted up, and then everything went black.
Again.