A/N: I think the writers' block is gone now! Yay! Whippee! Rejoice! Party
on down!
Chapter 7 - Talks
Ben awoke early the next morning and went down to the common room. He looked around, and when he saw that there was no one there he decided he needed to speak to his father.
Ben walked over to the fire place, where the fire was still going from the previous evening. He grabbed some floo powder and then stuck his head in the fire, saying 'Riddle Manor' as he dropped the powder.
He began to feel his head spin. He had shut his eyes, hating to see the fireplaces zooming past. Suddenly the spinning stopped, and he opened his eye, to be met with the sight of his Father's bedchamber.
Voldemort was sitting in an armchair facing the fire, looking as though he had been expecting to see him.
"Ah. It's good to see you son," said Voldemort quietly.
"Good Morning Father," said Ben.
"So, how have you been?" asked Voldemort.
"I've been fine," said Ben with a small smile. "I got sorted into Slytherin," he added as if it was an afterthought.
"That is good to know." Ben looked at his Father, trying to read his expression, but as usual, he couldn't.
"How have you been?" asked Voldemort after a seconds pause (A/N: I know he's asking twice, but the first time was really about what was happening, plus I wrote this bit during the block).
"I've been fine," said Ben. "But I've missed you."
Voldemort paused for a second, apparently taking in what Ben had just said, and then he started to speak again.
"I did too Ben. You should get going."
"I ... I'll call you again as soon as possible. Goodbye," said Ben, and with that he ended the fire call.
Ben looked around the common room and saw that he was still the only one there, though there were sounds of people stirring in the dorms. Quickly he walked back up to the dorms to see whether or not Draco was awake.
When he got up to his dorm he saw that no one inside was awake other than Blaise, who was looking out of the window. Ben walked over to him and stared out of the window for a few minutes before speaking.
"What are you looking at?" he said, making Blaise jump.
"Nothing," replied Blaise. "I was just wondering about... things."
"What sort of things?"
"Everything in general really."
"I know how you feel. Sometimes I do too. It's hard sometimes, to live up to expectations, right?"
"How did you know?"
"I'm the son of the Dark Lord. I'm expected to be evil, and please my Father. Trust me, it can, and does, get really hard at times."
"I hadn't really thought of that," said Blaise.
Ben heaved a sigh.
"Most people don't. Most people think it must be really easy for me."
"What must be really easy for you?" asked Draco, walking up behind them, and making them jump.
"Life," Ben responded.
"I know how you feel."
"We should really be getting ready. If I remember anything form last night as we came down here, we're going to have one hell of a problem remembering the way to the Great Hall."
Ben laughed and went to his trunk to get changed. It hadn't been that good a day to begin with, but now it was looking up.
A/N: Short, I know. I was hoping to get the first day of classes in, but right now I just can't seemed to muster to energy. Strange. It could be something to do with school. That goes with my saying 'if in doubt blame the school, or my parents'.
Anyway, thanks for the encouragement you guys. It really helped. You really know how to make a girl feel wanted.
Smackskiller: I did. Here's more.
Goldengirl2: Not a Slytherin fan then? You're right, it is my story, but I want to make it so people like it, and hopefully what I have in store for this, and maybe a sequel or two, too.
silver lining3: Yeah, yeah yeah. I know. I've lost count of how many times people have said that.
Rain Warrior: Ah, that kind. You've got the evilness of evil, evil, evil cursed, evil writers' block? That's not good. You haven't updated a thing? Oooh, that's not good, especially if you've got a cliffie going (I only left that cliffie going for a month! Honest!) I should know.
jenova101: I'm glad you think so. That's a very good point, and I hadn't even thought of it. Though the way I see it is that Voldemort would have tried to use the curse again, at least once, just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, not just take him in, and even if he hadn't tried it again, I seriously doubt he would have taken him in anyway.
Jessica: Spiffing? Who says spiffing? My English spell checker doesn't even recognise it. You stole Ron's sacred catchphrase! Only the youngest fire haired boy of the house of Weasley is allowed to say bloody. There's the interesting word again. That's interesting. I should have? Well, I might write a version of this in the future showing what would have happened had he gone into Gryffindor, though that will be after I finish this.
SycoCallie: You gave me it? How could you?! And I thought you were dead! You won't be writing anytime soon? Why not?
Anyway, more shall follow as soon as my teachers discover the pointlessness (oooooooh long word) of homework (so this could take a while). Bye bye, and Review!
Chapter 7 - Talks
Ben awoke early the next morning and went down to the common room. He looked around, and when he saw that there was no one there he decided he needed to speak to his father.
Ben walked over to the fire place, where the fire was still going from the previous evening. He grabbed some floo powder and then stuck his head in the fire, saying 'Riddle Manor' as he dropped the powder.
He began to feel his head spin. He had shut his eyes, hating to see the fireplaces zooming past. Suddenly the spinning stopped, and he opened his eye, to be met with the sight of his Father's bedchamber.
Voldemort was sitting in an armchair facing the fire, looking as though he had been expecting to see him.
"Ah. It's good to see you son," said Voldemort quietly.
"Good Morning Father," said Ben.
"So, how have you been?" asked Voldemort.
"I've been fine," said Ben with a small smile. "I got sorted into Slytherin," he added as if it was an afterthought.
"That is good to know." Ben looked at his Father, trying to read his expression, but as usual, he couldn't.
"How have you been?" asked Voldemort after a seconds pause (A/N: I know he's asking twice, but the first time was really about what was happening, plus I wrote this bit during the block).
"I've been fine," said Ben. "But I've missed you."
Voldemort paused for a second, apparently taking in what Ben had just said, and then he started to speak again.
"I did too Ben. You should get going."
"I ... I'll call you again as soon as possible. Goodbye," said Ben, and with that he ended the fire call.
Ben looked around the common room and saw that he was still the only one there, though there were sounds of people stirring in the dorms. Quickly he walked back up to the dorms to see whether or not Draco was awake.
When he got up to his dorm he saw that no one inside was awake other than Blaise, who was looking out of the window. Ben walked over to him and stared out of the window for a few minutes before speaking.
"What are you looking at?" he said, making Blaise jump.
"Nothing," replied Blaise. "I was just wondering about... things."
"What sort of things?"
"Everything in general really."
"I know how you feel. Sometimes I do too. It's hard sometimes, to live up to expectations, right?"
"How did you know?"
"I'm the son of the Dark Lord. I'm expected to be evil, and please my Father. Trust me, it can, and does, get really hard at times."
"I hadn't really thought of that," said Blaise.
Ben heaved a sigh.
"Most people don't. Most people think it must be really easy for me."
"What must be really easy for you?" asked Draco, walking up behind them, and making them jump.
"Life," Ben responded.
"I know how you feel."
"We should really be getting ready. If I remember anything form last night as we came down here, we're going to have one hell of a problem remembering the way to the Great Hall."
Ben laughed and went to his trunk to get changed. It hadn't been that good a day to begin with, but now it was looking up.
A/N: Short, I know. I was hoping to get the first day of classes in, but right now I just can't seemed to muster to energy. Strange. It could be something to do with school. That goes with my saying 'if in doubt blame the school, or my parents'.
Anyway, thanks for the encouragement you guys. It really helped. You really know how to make a girl feel wanted.
Smackskiller: I did. Here's more.
Goldengirl2: Not a Slytherin fan then? You're right, it is my story, but I want to make it so people like it, and hopefully what I have in store for this, and maybe a sequel or two, too.
silver lining3: Yeah, yeah yeah. I know. I've lost count of how many times people have said that.
Rain Warrior: Ah, that kind. You've got the evilness of evil, evil, evil cursed, evil writers' block? That's not good. You haven't updated a thing? Oooh, that's not good, especially if you've got a cliffie going (I only left that cliffie going for a month! Honest!) I should know.
jenova101: I'm glad you think so. That's a very good point, and I hadn't even thought of it. Though the way I see it is that Voldemort would have tried to use the curse again, at least once, just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, not just take him in, and even if he hadn't tried it again, I seriously doubt he would have taken him in anyway.
Jessica: Spiffing? Who says spiffing? My English spell checker doesn't even recognise it. You stole Ron's sacred catchphrase! Only the youngest fire haired boy of the house of Weasley is allowed to say bloody. There's the interesting word again. That's interesting. I should have? Well, I might write a version of this in the future showing what would have happened had he gone into Gryffindor, though that will be after I finish this.
SycoCallie: You gave me it? How could you?! And I thought you were dead! You won't be writing anytime soon? Why not?
Anyway, more shall follow as soon as my teachers discover the pointlessness (oooooooh long word) of homework (so this could take a while). Bye bye, and Review!