Hey sorry everyone. Once again I went out of town for quite awhile. But I'm
back now and just so you know *sigh* the story is going to come to an end
soon...Oh well. I do have many more stories on the way. I SWEAR!
Chapter 31: Secret Behind The Riddle
Everyone in the room let out a small gasp as they looked over at Kirstyn.
"I said, stop it!" She shouted in anger.
Chanse gasped as she stared down at the little girl. "I'm so sorry." Chanse softly gasped.
"Don't be." Kirstyn said plainly.
Whispers flew throughout the room as the words left Kirtsyn's mouth.
"Did she say don't be?"
"I think she did."
"Did she want Chanse to kill her brother?"
"I heard they had troubles in the past. Like Milo used to beat Kirstyn up all the time. I guess she just got sick of it after awhile."
"All of you quiet." Kirstyn barked as she slowly made her way towards the stage stairs; making everyone in the Great Hall fall silent with every step she took. She slowly walked up the cold marble stairs until she was standing on the dueling stage.
Chanse at first was too scared to say anything to Kirstyn, but after a couple second she whispered. "I'm sorry..."
Kirstyn walked over to Chanse and stared up at the older girl. "Like I said. Don't be."
Once again, whispers flew throughout the Great Hall as people talked about the sister and the ex-girlfriend.
"I said for all of you to be quiet!" Kirstyn hissed, and the room grew immediately quiet. "Thank you." Kirstyn nodded to everyone.
Kirstyn slowly walked closer to Chanse and then looked up at her. "Milo. My brother has he known to everyone here isn't who they think he truly is." Kirstyn said calmly but everyone heard her loud and clear; whispers flew around the room.
"I think the death of her brother as effected her mind."
"I always knew there was something strange about Milo."
"Quiet!" Kirstyn shouted again, while fire danced in her eyes.
Chanse stepped forward, towards Kirstyn, "Kirstyn..." She whispered as she slowly raised her arm and held her hand out to Kirstyn, as if she was going to lose her.
Kirstyn looked over at Chanse and had no expression across her face. "Chanse..." She paused as she kept her hand down by her side and stared into Chanse' emerald green eyes with her cold eyes.
"Kirstyn," Chanse whispered very softly, 'I'm sorry.' She thought but it spoke the words through her eyes, and then she looked down at the ground.
"That's Voldemort." She whispered.
Chanse looked up at Kirstyn in shock. She looked over at the fallen figure of Milo at the other end of the stage. Surprisingly there wasn't a single whisper throughout the Great Hall. No one said a thing out of fear of waking Milo and Voldemort.
"What?" Chanse gasped as she looked back and forth between Kirstyn and Milo. "But..." Her voice trailed off, as she didn't know what to say.
Kirstyn looked u at Chanse, "But what?"
Chanse looked down hoping to see an answer, "I don't know." She looked back up, "I don't understand."
"My brother Milo," she pointed at the lifeless figure lying on the stage, "is Voldemort, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as most know him as."
Chanse stared in shock at the lifeless figure on the stage ground, "But..." She looked back over at Kirstyn, "How?"
"Simple really," Kirstyn said plainly as she looked back at the body. "Milo is the reincarnation of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Right he is only stunned. Soon he will wake up."
Chanse looked around the room at everyone. 'If he wanted to kill me and he obviously didn't succeed then he'll defiantly want to hurt me.' Chanse thought as she made eye contact with her friend, teachers, and Harry. 'And what better way to hurt me then to hurt or worse, even kill the people close to me.'
"What are you thinking?" Kirstyn stared over at Chanse in confusion.
Chanse walked closer to Kirstyn and looked up at her, "I was thinking," she whispered loud enough for only Kirstyn to hear, "that everyone needs to leave at least the Great Hall right now."
Kirstyn smirked and whispered back, "You know what he's after, don't you?"
Chanse slowly nodded her head once and whispered, "Yes...Me."
"Good job." Kirstyn nodded her head.
Chanse turned and jumped off the stage. She walked over to the Head Table, where all the teachers were sitting. She placed her hand on the tabletop, in front of Dumbledore. "We need to get everyone out of here."
"I understand," Dumbledore stood.
"Albus," Professor McGonagall stood up next to him. "We can't just leave him in here alone."
"He won't be alone." Chanse stared up at the teacher.
"And why not?" McGonagall snapped at Chanse.
"Because I'm staying behind."
"Albus," McGonagall quickly looked over at Dumbledore, "We can't leave a child to watch over the most evil wizard in the wizardry community, until he wakes."
"Yes we can," Dumbledore looked over at McGonagall. "And we will."
Dumbledore pushed his large chair back and began to walk around the table, with the teachers slowly collecting behind him.
McGonagall watched as Dumbledore and the other teachers began to walked around the table, "Our fate," McGonagall whispered and then looked at Chanse, "Is in your hands, Chanse."
Chanse nodded and smirked, "It's been in my hands plenty of times before...one more can't hurt." Chanse felt her chest get tight and she placed her hand over her heart.
McGonagall winced as she watched Chanse's pain come and slowly start to leave. "It may not hurt," she walked behind her chair and pushed it in, "But it could kill you." She turned and walked slowly away to follow all of the other teachers.
Chanse kept her hand on her chest as she watched McGonagall walk to Dumbledore's side. "That's a chance I know about," she looked down at the ground, "and it's a chance I'm willing to take." Her hand went back to her side and then she smirked, almost like a Slytherin, "and it's a chance I want to take...my mother didn't name me Chanse for nothing."
She walked back towards the stage, she walked up the stairs, and then she walked down the stage until she was standing next to Kirstyn.
Dumbledore talked soft, crisp, and clear, "Everyone?" Everyone turned there heads while Chanse and Kirstyn watched and Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Sprout all stepped to be on either sides of Dumbledore. "I want each house to line up, single file, behind their House Professor...right now and very quietly."
Chanse quietly watched as everyone in the room slowly stood up and then quickly and quietly made their way over to one of the Professors. She looked over at Kirstyn who was staring at Milo and mumbling something.
Dumbledore looked up at Chanse as if asking if what he was doing was right; Chanse nodded her head yes. "Now everyone," Dumbledore turned and looked at everyone, who were in a straight quiet line behind their Professor, "Follow behind your Professor."
Dumbledore turned on his heel and quickly walked out of the Great Hall, with his long robes swaying behind him and the four Professors, with their house's behind them, follow behind him.
Chanse watched as the last of the houses left the through the Great Hall doors, leaving only the faint click of the doors echoing all around Chanse and Kirstyn.
Dumbledore stood in the large Great Hall entrance hall and turned to face hiss school. "I want all the house professors to take their house back to their houses, and the other professors," he looked over at Filch, "or caretaker of Hogwarts, may choose a house to follow."
Each Professor, that wasn't a house professor, paired off into a house they wanted to follow and quickly every house disappeared into the shadows and secrets of Hogwarts.
Dumbledore quickly made his way towards his office where he opened the door. "Fawkes?" He looked over to see Fawkes wasn't on her post. "Where are you?" Dumbledore called as he collected the Sorting Hat, Godric's sword, and some advanced spell, potions, and charms books.
Fawkes flew down from Dumbledore's room and landed on his shoulder, "That a girl." He finished putting his things in a large bag and then quickly left his office, with the bag and Fawkes on his shoulder.
Professor Sprout looked around the room at all her worried Hufflepuffs. "Don't worry kids," she tried to make her voice said calm. "We'll all be fine."
"We? Why we? Can He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named get us?" Megan Jones gasped.
"No he can't," Kevin Whitby sighed and then looked up at Professor Sprout and whispered, "Can he?"
Professor Sprout stood tall as she possibly could, "No, he can't..."
"Are you sure?" Susan Bones asked worried, "Because he did kill my..." Her voice broke off as tears filled her eyes.
"Shhh, Susan," Hannah Abbott put her arm around Susan's shoulder, "If Professor Sprout says he can't then he can't." She looked over at her boyfriend, Justin Finch-Fletchley, for support.
"Hannah's right. Everything will be fine Susan." He put on a weak smile.
Owen Cauldwell stood up and looked around at his fellow Hufflepuffs, "Why are all of you worried?"
"Because that's what we do best." Ernie MacMillan whispered under his breath.
Owen glared over at Ernie and then rolled his eyes, "We shouldn't be scared. We have a Potter fighting against him. You remember what happened when he tried to fight Harry?"
Professor sighed as she knew what was wrong with Chanse; all the teachers did, but she didn't say anything when she saw the spark of hope flow in her students eyes. "Yes. A Potter," she repeated, "Now why doesn't everyone go upstairs and get some rest and it will be over soon."
Professor Snape watched as his students filed into the Commons Room and then headed straight off to their rooms while a couple students stayed in the room. He made hi way over to a nearby desk and sat down to think, but he ended up listening in on the other kid's conversation.
"What do you think is happening in the Great Hall right now?" Blaise Zabini smiled her evil, but sweet, smile at Draco as she sat down on the couch. 'I hope Chanse is alright,' she thought.
"I'm hungry." Gregory Goyle blurted out.
"Me too." Vincent Crabbe agreed.
"You two are always hungry." Pansy Parkinson rolled her eyes in disgusted as she sat down on the opposite sides of the couch, as slightly scowled at each other.
"I personally think Lord Voldemort should kill that Potter girl," Draco Malfoy smirked as he paced back and forth in front of the couch and two girls.
"No you don't," Snape stood up and walked closer to the group.
"Why not?" Draco looked confused as he sat down in between Blaise and Pansy, who quickly moved closer to him.
"Yes. Why not?" Pansy agreed and then batted her eyelashes at Draco.
"Because, Mister Malfoy," Snape began as he stopped in front of the couch, "If he kills the Potter girl he'll go after the rest of Hogwarts and try to kill all of us." Snape saw Draco starting to open his mouth, "And even if you pledge to follow him he still might kill you for not trying hard enough to get free and help him."
All the other Ravenclaw had gone to their rooms, except Cho Chang and Roger Davis. Cho tapped her nails on the side table, next to the couch as she stared into the fire.
"Mind stopping?" Roger Davis looked over at Cho.
"Oh," She put her hands in her lap, "Sorry." She then began to bounce her legs up and down.
"Cho?" Roger looked away from the fire at Cho.
"Yeah?" she continued to bounce her legs.
"Stop it."
She looked down at her legs and stopped, "Sorry, I'm just really scared."
"She'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
Roger stood up and kissed the top of Cho's head, "She's Chanse...She'll be fine." With that he left the room.
Cho nodded her head slowly and continued to stare into the fire. 'Why did Flitwick have to take the Floo Powder? Huh? I could Floo down there and help her.' Cho thought. "I sure hope she'll be fine...Merlin I hope so." She looked out the window as if looking for guidance.
"Alright everyone," Professor McGonagall shouted over the talking Gryffindors, "We are to stay here until Dumbledore tells us to leave, understood?" A couple people mumbled back in response, "And to make sure I'm sitting by the door." She grabbed a chair and set it off to the side of the portal door.
"Damnit," Oliver Wood huffed as he slumped down onto the couch next to Katie Bell and Lee Jordan.
"What's wrong Wood?" Katie smiled.
"I'm worried about Chanse." He sighed. Lee rolled his eyes and turned to talk with Fred Weasley, Angelina Johnson, George Weasley, and Alicia Spinnet.
"Why are you worried about her when she doesn't even remember you?" Katie huffed in disgust.
"Because she may not remember but I do," he sighed.
"Why don't you choose someone who remembers you and how great you are?" Katie smiled sweetly.
"Katie stop flirting and get the hell away from me." Oliver said loud and bluntly.
"Well I never..." Katie huffed as she stormed up to her room.
"Mister Wood!" Professor McGonagall stood from her chair and stormed over to him, "Such language is not acceptable."
Oliver glanced up at McGonagall, "Right now...I could care less what's acceptable or not."
The room gasped and quickly cleared leaving Oliver and Professor McGonagall alone with each other.
"Mister Wood..." Professor McGonagall began.
"Minerva leave the boy alone," a voice from behind spoke, making Oliver and McGonagall turn and see Dumbledore step through the portal.
"But Albus..."
"Minerva please go check on the other students," Dumbledore nodded and watched as McGonagall stayed and stared at him. "Now, please?"
McGonagall stormed out of the Commons Room to check on the other students, while Dumbledore made his way towards the couch and sat down next to Oliver.
"Thank you." Oliver whispered.
"She'll be alright Mister Wood. She's a Potter they always come through in a pinch." Dumbledore chuckled.
"Can you promise me that?" Oliver said calmly as he stared at the empty wall.
"I can not." Dumbledore sighed in defeat.
"You know in the course of dating Chanse I never once told her I loved her," he looked away from the wall and at Dumbledore. "Not once."
Chanse turned around after she was sure everyone was back, safely, in his or her Commons Rooms. She turned around to find the Kirstyn was still staring at Milo. She walked closer to Kirstyn and when she got close enough she placed her hand softly on Kirstyn's shoulder.
Kirstyn turned around in shook, "What are you still doing here? You should have left."
"If you're not leaving neither am I."
Kirstyn nodded her head slowly, "Fine." She turned back around and stared back at the lifeless figure.
"Kirstyn," Chanse whispered, "How did you know that was Tom Riddle?"
Kirstyn didn't turned around, "Because I knew that wasn't Milo and that he was Tom."
"How did you know?" Chanse whispered as she stared down at the younger girl in confusion.
"I know everything there's to know about Tom Riddle. Who he had crushes on when he was younger. Who hated. What he did. How he did it," she paused, "I know everything there's to know."
"But that doesn't exactly explain how you knew that was Tom and not Milo." Chanse whispered back.
"Tom only cared for two people in the world more then gaining power," Kirstyn whispered.
"I'd say his mother and himself." Chanse smirked.
"You got one of them right."
Chanse looked down at Kirstyn, "Well then who's the other person?" Kirstyn nodded her head slowly and started to walk towards Milo. "Kirstyn! Stop!" Chanse yelled as she started to go after Kirstyn.
Kirstyn turned around and was now standing in between Milo and Chanse. "You asked to know so now I'm going to tell you." Kirstyn looked at Chanse as if challenging Chanse to stop her.
Chanse stopped in her place and watched as Kirstyn walked over to Milo. Kirstyn pulled out her wand and muttered something Chanse couldn't make out, 'That's old Latin.' Chanse thought as she heard the unfamiliar words.
"Look." Kirstyn lifted Milo's head up by his hair; so that Chanse could see Milo's face...it was no longer Milo's face, but the face of a man with jet- black sort of long hair.
"Who...who is that?" Chanse asked as she looked at the face.
"Tom Riddle's true form," She softly laid Tom's head face down on the stage, once again and then muttered the same few words as she pointed the wand at herself.
Moments later Kirstyn stood up and she looked no longer like Kirstyn, but she was a girl with blonde curly hair, a button nose, and a faint tan to her skin. "You see Chanse," the new Kirstyn stared to stand up, "Tom only cared about two people more then his power; his mother and his little sister." The new Kirstyn was now fully standing. "You see. Milo is the reincarnation of Tom Marvolo Riddle, while I'm the reincarnation of his little sister, Mary Marvolo Riddle."
Chapter 31: Secret Behind The Riddle
Everyone in the room let out a small gasp as they looked over at Kirstyn.
"I said, stop it!" She shouted in anger.
Chanse gasped as she stared down at the little girl. "I'm so sorry." Chanse softly gasped.
"Don't be." Kirstyn said plainly.
Whispers flew throughout the room as the words left Kirtsyn's mouth.
"Did she say don't be?"
"I think she did."
"Did she want Chanse to kill her brother?"
"I heard they had troubles in the past. Like Milo used to beat Kirstyn up all the time. I guess she just got sick of it after awhile."
"All of you quiet." Kirstyn barked as she slowly made her way towards the stage stairs; making everyone in the Great Hall fall silent with every step she took. She slowly walked up the cold marble stairs until she was standing on the dueling stage.
Chanse at first was too scared to say anything to Kirstyn, but after a couple second she whispered. "I'm sorry..."
Kirstyn walked over to Chanse and stared up at the older girl. "Like I said. Don't be."
Once again, whispers flew throughout the Great Hall as people talked about the sister and the ex-girlfriend.
"I said for all of you to be quiet!" Kirstyn hissed, and the room grew immediately quiet. "Thank you." Kirstyn nodded to everyone.
Kirstyn slowly walked closer to Chanse and then looked up at her. "Milo. My brother has he known to everyone here isn't who they think he truly is." Kirstyn said calmly but everyone heard her loud and clear; whispers flew around the room.
"I think the death of her brother as effected her mind."
"I always knew there was something strange about Milo."
"Quiet!" Kirstyn shouted again, while fire danced in her eyes.
Chanse stepped forward, towards Kirstyn, "Kirstyn..." She whispered as she slowly raised her arm and held her hand out to Kirstyn, as if she was going to lose her.
Kirstyn looked over at Chanse and had no expression across her face. "Chanse..." She paused as she kept her hand down by her side and stared into Chanse' emerald green eyes with her cold eyes.
"Kirstyn," Chanse whispered very softly, 'I'm sorry.' She thought but it spoke the words through her eyes, and then she looked down at the ground.
"That's Voldemort." She whispered.
Chanse looked up at Kirstyn in shock. She looked over at the fallen figure of Milo at the other end of the stage. Surprisingly there wasn't a single whisper throughout the Great Hall. No one said a thing out of fear of waking Milo and Voldemort.
"What?" Chanse gasped as she looked back and forth between Kirstyn and Milo. "But..." Her voice trailed off, as she didn't know what to say.
Kirstyn looked u at Chanse, "But what?"
Chanse looked down hoping to see an answer, "I don't know." She looked back up, "I don't understand."
"My brother Milo," she pointed at the lifeless figure lying on the stage, "is Voldemort, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as most know him as."
Chanse stared in shock at the lifeless figure on the stage ground, "But..." She looked back over at Kirstyn, "How?"
"Simple really," Kirstyn said plainly as she looked back at the body. "Milo is the reincarnation of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Right he is only stunned. Soon he will wake up."
Chanse looked around the room at everyone. 'If he wanted to kill me and he obviously didn't succeed then he'll defiantly want to hurt me.' Chanse thought as she made eye contact with her friend, teachers, and Harry. 'And what better way to hurt me then to hurt or worse, even kill the people close to me.'
"What are you thinking?" Kirstyn stared over at Chanse in confusion.
Chanse walked closer to Kirstyn and looked up at her, "I was thinking," she whispered loud enough for only Kirstyn to hear, "that everyone needs to leave at least the Great Hall right now."
Kirstyn smirked and whispered back, "You know what he's after, don't you?"
Chanse slowly nodded her head once and whispered, "Yes...Me."
"Good job." Kirstyn nodded her head.
Chanse turned and jumped off the stage. She walked over to the Head Table, where all the teachers were sitting. She placed her hand on the tabletop, in front of Dumbledore. "We need to get everyone out of here."
"I understand," Dumbledore stood.
"Albus," Professor McGonagall stood up next to him. "We can't just leave him in here alone."
"He won't be alone." Chanse stared up at the teacher.
"And why not?" McGonagall snapped at Chanse.
"Because I'm staying behind."
"Albus," McGonagall quickly looked over at Dumbledore, "We can't leave a child to watch over the most evil wizard in the wizardry community, until he wakes."
"Yes we can," Dumbledore looked over at McGonagall. "And we will."
Dumbledore pushed his large chair back and began to walk around the table, with the teachers slowly collecting behind him.
McGonagall watched as Dumbledore and the other teachers began to walked around the table, "Our fate," McGonagall whispered and then looked at Chanse, "Is in your hands, Chanse."
Chanse nodded and smirked, "It's been in my hands plenty of times before...one more can't hurt." Chanse felt her chest get tight and she placed her hand over her heart.
McGonagall winced as she watched Chanse's pain come and slowly start to leave. "It may not hurt," she walked behind her chair and pushed it in, "But it could kill you." She turned and walked slowly away to follow all of the other teachers.
Chanse kept her hand on her chest as she watched McGonagall walk to Dumbledore's side. "That's a chance I know about," she looked down at the ground, "and it's a chance I'm willing to take." Her hand went back to her side and then she smirked, almost like a Slytherin, "and it's a chance I want to take...my mother didn't name me Chanse for nothing."
She walked back towards the stage, she walked up the stairs, and then she walked down the stage until she was standing next to Kirstyn.
Dumbledore talked soft, crisp, and clear, "Everyone?" Everyone turned there heads while Chanse and Kirstyn watched and Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Sprout all stepped to be on either sides of Dumbledore. "I want each house to line up, single file, behind their House Professor...right now and very quietly."
Chanse quietly watched as everyone in the room slowly stood up and then quickly and quietly made their way over to one of the Professors. She looked over at Kirstyn who was staring at Milo and mumbling something.
Dumbledore looked up at Chanse as if asking if what he was doing was right; Chanse nodded her head yes. "Now everyone," Dumbledore turned and looked at everyone, who were in a straight quiet line behind their Professor, "Follow behind your Professor."
Dumbledore turned on his heel and quickly walked out of the Great Hall, with his long robes swaying behind him and the four Professors, with their house's behind them, follow behind him.
Chanse watched as the last of the houses left the through the Great Hall doors, leaving only the faint click of the doors echoing all around Chanse and Kirstyn.
Dumbledore stood in the large Great Hall entrance hall and turned to face hiss school. "I want all the house professors to take their house back to their houses, and the other professors," he looked over at Filch, "or caretaker of Hogwarts, may choose a house to follow."
Each Professor, that wasn't a house professor, paired off into a house they wanted to follow and quickly every house disappeared into the shadows and secrets of Hogwarts.
Dumbledore quickly made his way towards his office where he opened the door. "Fawkes?" He looked over to see Fawkes wasn't on her post. "Where are you?" Dumbledore called as he collected the Sorting Hat, Godric's sword, and some advanced spell, potions, and charms books.
Fawkes flew down from Dumbledore's room and landed on his shoulder, "That a girl." He finished putting his things in a large bag and then quickly left his office, with the bag and Fawkes on his shoulder.
Professor Sprout looked around the room at all her worried Hufflepuffs. "Don't worry kids," she tried to make her voice said calm. "We'll all be fine."
"We? Why we? Can He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named get us?" Megan Jones gasped.
"No he can't," Kevin Whitby sighed and then looked up at Professor Sprout and whispered, "Can he?"
Professor Sprout stood tall as she possibly could, "No, he can't..."
"Are you sure?" Susan Bones asked worried, "Because he did kill my..." Her voice broke off as tears filled her eyes.
"Shhh, Susan," Hannah Abbott put her arm around Susan's shoulder, "If Professor Sprout says he can't then he can't." She looked over at her boyfriend, Justin Finch-Fletchley, for support.
"Hannah's right. Everything will be fine Susan." He put on a weak smile.
Owen Cauldwell stood up and looked around at his fellow Hufflepuffs, "Why are all of you worried?"
"Because that's what we do best." Ernie MacMillan whispered under his breath.
Owen glared over at Ernie and then rolled his eyes, "We shouldn't be scared. We have a Potter fighting against him. You remember what happened when he tried to fight Harry?"
Professor sighed as she knew what was wrong with Chanse; all the teachers did, but she didn't say anything when she saw the spark of hope flow in her students eyes. "Yes. A Potter," she repeated, "Now why doesn't everyone go upstairs and get some rest and it will be over soon."
Professor Snape watched as his students filed into the Commons Room and then headed straight off to their rooms while a couple students stayed in the room. He made hi way over to a nearby desk and sat down to think, but he ended up listening in on the other kid's conversation.
"What do you think is happening in the Great Hall right now?" Blaise Zabini smiled her evil, but sweet, smile at Draco as she sat down on the couch. 'I hope Chanse is alright,' she thought.
"I'm hungry." Gregory Goyle blurted out.
"Me too." Vincent Crabbe agreed.
"You two are always hungry." Pansy Parkinson rolled her eyes in disgusted as she sat down on the opposite sides of the couch, as slightly scowled at each other.
"I personally think Lord Voldemort should kill that Potter girl," Draco Malfoy smirked as he paced back and forth in front of the couch and two girls.
"No you don't," Snape stood up and walked closer to the group.
"Why not?" Draco looked confused as he sat down in between Blaise and Pansy, who quickly moved closer to him.
"Yes. Why not?" Pansy agreed and then batted her eyelashes at Draco.
"Because, Mister Malfoy," Snape began as he stopped in front of the couch, "If he kills the Potter girl he'll go after the rest of Hogwarts and try to kill all of us." Snape saw Draco starting to open his mouth, "And even if you pledge to follow him he still might kill you for not trying hard enough to get free and help him."
All the other Ravenclaw had gone to their rooms, except Cho Chang and Roger Davis. Cho tapped her nails on the side table, next to the couch as she stared into the fire.
"Mind stopping?" Roger Davis looked over at Cho.
"Oh," She put her hands in her lap, "Sorry." She then began to bounce her legs up and down.
"Cho?" Roger looked away from the fire at Cho.
"Yeah?" she continued to bounce her legs.
"Stop it."
She looked down at her legs and stopped, "Sorry, I'm just really scared."
"She'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
Roger stood up and kissed the top of Cho's head, "She's Chanse...She'll be fine." With that he left the room.
Cho nodded her head slowly and continued to stare into the fire. 'Why did Flitwick have to take the Floo Powder? Huh? I could Floo down there and help her.' Cho thought. "I sure hope she'll be fine...Merlin I hope so." She looked out the window as if looking for guidance.
"Alright everyone," Professor McGonagall shouted over the talking Gryffindors, "We are to stay here until Dumbledore tells us to leave, understood?" A couple people mumbled back in response, "And to make sure I'm sitting by the door." She grabbed a chair and set it off to the side of the portal door.
"Damnit," Oliver Wood huffed as he slumped down onto the couch next to Katie Bell and Lee Jordan.
"What's wrong Wood?" Katie smiled.
"I'm worried about Chanse." He sighed. Lee rolled his eyes and turned to talk with Fred Weasley, Angelina Johnson, George Weasley, and Alicia Spinnet.
"Why are you worried about her when she doesn't even remember you?" Katie huffed in disgust.
"Because she may not remember but I do," he sighed.
"Why don't you choose someone who remembers you and how great you are?" Katie smiled sweetly.
"Katie stop flirting and get the hell away from me." Oliver said loud and bluntly.
"Well I never..." Katie huffed as she stormed up to her room.
"Mister Wood!" Professor McGonagall stood from her chair and stormed over to him, "Such language is not acceptable."
Oliver glanced up at McGonagall, "Right now...I could care less what's acceptable or not."
The room gasped and quickly cleared leaving Oliver and Professor McGonagall alone with each other.
"Mister Wood..." Professor McGonagall began.
"Minerva leave the boy alone," a voice from behind spoke, making Oliver and McGonagall turn and see Dumbledore step through the portal.
"But Albus..."
"Minerva please go check on the other students," Dumbledore nodded and watched as McGonagall stayed and stared at him. "Now, please?"
McGonagall stormed out of the Commons Room to check on the other students, while Dumbledore made his way towards the couch and sat down next to Oliver.
"Thank you." Oliver whispered.
"She'll be alright Mister Wood. She's a Potter they always come through in a pinch." Dumbledore chuckled.
"Can you promise me that?" Oliver said calmly as he stared at the empty wall.
"I can not." Dumbledore sighed in defeat.
"You know in the course of dating Chanse I never once told her I loved her," he looked away from the wall and at Dumbledore. "Not once."
Chanse turned around after she was sure everyone was back, safely, in his or her Commons Rooms. She turned around to find the Kirstyn was still staring at Milo. She walked closer to Kirstyn and when she got close enough she placed her hand softly on Kirstyn's shoulder.
Kirstyn turned around in shook, "What are you still doing here? You should have left."
"If you're not leaving neither am I."
Kirstyn nodded her head slowly, "Fine." She turned back around and stared back at the lifeless figure.
"Kirstyn," Chanse whispered, "How did you know that was Tom Riddle?"
Kirstyn didn't turned around, "Because I knew that wasn't Milo and that he was Tom."
"How did you know?" Chanse whispered as she stared down at the younger girl in confusion.
"I know everything there's to know about Tom Riddle. Who he had crushes on when he was younger. Who hated. What he did. How he did it," she paused, "I know everything there's to know."
"But that doesn't exactly explain how you knew that was Tom and not Milo." Chanse whispered back.
"Tom only cared for two people in the world more then gaining power," Kirstyn whispered.
"I'd say his mother and himself." Chanse smirked.
"You got one of them right."
Chanse looked down at Kirstyn, "Well then who's the other person?" Kirstyn nodded her head slowly and started to walk towards Milo. "Kirstyn! Stop!" Chanse yelled as she started to go after Kirstyn.
Kirstyn turned around and was now standing in between Milo and Chanse. "You asked to know so now I'm going to tell you." Kirstyn looked at Chanse as if challenging Chanse to stop her.
Chanse stopped in her place and watched as Kirstyn walked over to Milo. Kirstyn pulled out her wand and muttered something Chanse couldn't make out, 'That's old Latin.' Chanse thought as she heard the unfamiliar words.
"Look." Kirstyn lifted Milo's head up by his hair; so that Chanse could see Milo's face...it was no longer Milo's face, but the face of a man with jet- black sort of long hair.
"Who...who is that?" Chanse asked as she looked at the face.
"Tom Riddle's true form," She softly laid Tom's head face down on the stage, once again and then muttered the same few words as she pointed the wand at herself.
Moments later Kirstyn stood up and she looked no longer like Kirstyn, but she was a girl with blonde curly hair, a button nose, and a faint tan to her skin. "You see Chanse," the new Kirstyn stared to stand up, "Tom only cared about two people more then his power; his mother and his little sister." The new Kirstyn was now fully standing. "You see. Milo is the reincarnation of Tom Marvolo Riddle, while I'm the reincarnation of his little sister, Mary Marvolo Riddle."