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Chapter 11: Wavering Animosity
The dream was more than just strange.Harry had thought. Should he ignore it? Who the hell would be able to forget that?
"Are you alright, Harry?"
"How did I end up in my bed last night when I fell asleep on the sofa?" he asked.
"That would be my fault." Terence Higgs raised his hand. He sat right next to him, "We tried forever to wake you up for supper, but you were out cold. So finally I picked you up and took you to bed."
Harry nodded, turning back to his breakfast, "What's wrong? You look.disturbed, about something."
Harry only shook his head.
"Well, if you're not going to tell me.then tell someone. I hate seeing you like that." Draco whispered worriedly.
"Awee.is ickle Mawfoy worried about 'is wittle boyfriend?"
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!!" Draco yelled throughout the whole hall. And he turned red as everyone went quiet and turned to look at him.
"I bet that was embarrassing." Snickered Harry. Draco didn't say anything as he turned to his empty plate in front of him.
"I'm going to class." Draco decided, and left, picking up his potions books from the table. And without another word, he was gone.
"He talks about you all the time, Harry. Like you're some great profit, but we all know that you aren't, and that you just want to be some normal kid." It was Kati, "He knows that too, don't get me wrong, but he talks of you way too much." She and her twin giggled.
"Hah..thanks." And he left as well. What was all that about?
"Welcome to Potions, class." A man, with jet-black hair and red eyes, gave all of the students a small, half smile, "Some of you already know me.while others are late of introduction."
His red, beaming eyes roamed the classroom, "I will be your potions master this term and the terms to come, hopefully. There will be no foolish wand waving, and no silly incantations. I can teach you how to regrow bones, transform objects and even yourself. And even teach you how to cease death when even within a mere centimeter away from the cold, dark, emptiness called fatality.
"From here on out, you may call me."He stopped suddenly. His eyes had landed on a boy with glasses, black hair and.a uniquely shaped scar upon his forehead. Had he seen him before? The name was on the tip of his tongue.what was it? His nephew, James.Potter. Yes. That's it, "Harry Potter?"
Some burst out laughing, "Well, that's odd. Because I could have sworn that that was his name also." A girl from the Gryffindor group pointed.
"SILENCE, idiot girl." He turned his head back to Harry, "My name is Tom Riddle, Great Uncle of yours, my dear boy. It's been so many years...and I would have never thought that you would end up in Slytherin. So little of us have." He whispered as he knelt in front of Harry.
"I was starting to wonder how much longer it would be before I would see you again.. I apologize for not being there at the Sorting.urgent business, I daresay. I want to speak with you after class, please."
Harry only nodded at the man before him. Was this the 'Great Uncle' that all the Slytherins bragged about to the poor boy? The one they spoke about the first night? This guy was a whack.
"Now class.shall we begin today's lesson?" asked Professor Riddle. His crimson eyes beaming.
Harry had lost himself in thought throughout the rest of the class. They swarmed around in his head.his relatives..
The only family members that he ever knew existed before his eleventh birthday were the Dursley's. Then he comes to Hogwarts for the first time, and finds out that he has a godfather. And within a week, they were already so close.or so he thought.
*Flashback*
"Do you.remember my father, Uncle Sirius?" The two, Harry and Sirius, lay stretched out along the sandy grass on the Quiddich pitch out by the school.
Sirius sighed. He knew the questions would come sooner or later. He just wished that they were later rather than sooner, "Yes," it was barely a whisper.as if saying it with a childish fear, "Who could forget him. We were best friends."
"What was he like?" said Harry in a calm voice.
"As students at Hogwarts, we were very mischievous. The four of us, your dad, Remus, Peter and I, would go around school pulling pranks." He chuckled, "But as we all grew older, we all matured. All in different ways, too. Your father was always an open-minded person, and he fell in love with Lily Evans.and got married. They had you and you were the best thing that ever happened to them, Harry. And Remus and I would come and visit often. Peter, on the other hand, was never heard of again."
There was a short pause as if skipping through a timeline, "That's when things started getting weird. Your father started acting strange.no matter how happy he looked, there was always a sadness in his eyes, and it wasn't until it was too late that I realized that he could see what was happening.what was going to happen."
There was another irritating moment of silence, before Harry spoke again, "Why do you.hate the Slytherins so much?"
"All the Houses hate each other Harry, especially the Slytherins and Gryffindors." He sat up.
"But, is there a reason? What did they ever do to you?"
"Do we really have to talk about this?"
"You don't have the answer, do you? There is no reason, is there?" Harry stood up a little frustrated.
Sirius shrugged, "I don't have an answer to that.other than I don't know how it all started."
They spoke no more of either matter.
*End flashback*
It just doesn't make sense though.what happened with Sirius?
But no matter how many times Harry told himself that the man was so much of a father to him.there was a sort of distance between them. Something that neither of them could fill. Something that Harry didn't want to admit even to himself.
"Harry.*Harry*! Class is over." Harry looked up at the blonde before him.
"Oh." replied Harry. "Thanks. I'll catch up with you, you go ahead." He started to gather his books.
"Mr. Potter, may I have a word with you in my office?" Professor Riddle opened his lounge door.
"Yes, sir." He turned back to Draco, "I'll catch you later." Darco nodded and Harry waked down to the door the professor held open, and the man ushered him inside.
"Please, my dear boy. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable," said Professor Riddle, and he did, "My, my.it's been so long.. Where should I start?"
"How 'bout telling me who you are to me?"
"I'm your uncle. Your great uncle, actually. I was your father's uncle, your great grandmother's son. And your grandmother's brother. Oh, and Salazar Slytherin's Great, Great, Great Grandson."
"So, what they said.is true. I am related to Salazar Slytherin in some way."
"Yes, you are. And I'd have to say that I'm very proud of you.ending up in Slythein." Said the older heir.
The youth stood up, "Okay, wait. This is going all way too fast. I *just* got here at Hogwarts and I'm just now figuring out that I have relatives.blood or not."
"If you're talking about Sirius, drop it. I have no desire to talk about that hideous infection," said Riddle, crossing his arms like a child, "We never could get along. That's why you never find me in the Great Hall with the other Professors."
"I never said that I wanted to talk about him.I'm just saying that.this is all happening all too fast.I don't want anymore relatives. I was better off without them. I was better off without any of this."
"Sit down, boy," reluctantly, Harry did, "Now, I can understand how you may feel about Sirius, for I hate him myself, but your going to have to understand that not everyone favors us Slytherins."
"But, why?" asked Harry.
The red eyed man only shrugged, "I'd love the answer to that myself, but I don't have it. This conflict had gone on since Grandfather Salazar's time. I don't know.
"So, how do you like being in Slytherin so far?" He gave the young man on the other side of his desk a sly smile, "Has the 'worshipping' gotten on your nerves yet?"
Harry laughed, "The first day! That's when I finally had to tell them all.command them.to all stop waiting on me. I told them that I just wanted to be a normal kid, so far it's working."
Riddle started shaking his head with a smile, "That was the same with me. I asked them to stop also, but it only asked for about a week, before they realized how to bend the rules." He shrugged, "I learned to live with it."
"Is that all, Professor?"
The man's eyes grew, "You had better be kidding, Harry. You're not going to address me as 'Professor' outside of class." The man sighed, "Call me anything; Tom, Uncle Tom. Just nothing formal. But, yes, that's all."
End of Chapter 11
I tried to clear things up for you all.I did my best. Just have to wait for later chapters. I'm even sort of excited to see how it turns out.
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Thank you all who reviewed! That was very much needed.
Chapter 11: Wavering Animosity
The dream was more than just strange.Harry had thought. Should he ignore it? Who the hell would be able to forget that?
"Are you alright, Harry?"
"How did I end up in my bed last night when I fell asleep on the sofa?" he asked.
"That would be my fault." Terence Higgs raised his hand. He sat right next to him, "We tried forever to wake you up for supper, but you were out cold. So finally I picked you up and took you to bed."
Harry nodded, turning back to his breakfast, "What's wrong? You look.disturbed, about something."
Harry only shook his head.
"Well, if you're not going to tell me.then tell someone. I hate seeing you like that." Draco whispered worriedly.
"Awee.is ickle Mawfoy worried about 'is wittle boyfriend?"
"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!!" Draco yelled throughout the whole hall. And he turned red as everyone went quiet and turned to look at him.
"I bet that was embarrassing." Snickered Harry. Draco didn't say anything as he turned to his empty plate in front of him.
"I'm going to class." Draco decided, and left, picking up his potions books from the table. And without another word, he was gone.
"He talks about you all the time, Harry. Like you're some great profit, but we all know that you aren't, and that you just want to be some normal kid." It was Kati, "He knows that too, don't get me wrong, but he talks of you way too much." She and her twin giggled.
"Hah..thanks." And he left as well. What was all that about?
"Welcome to Potions, class." A man, with jet-black hair and red eyes, gave all of the students a small, half smile, "Some of you already know me.while others are late of introduction."
His red, beaming eyes roamed the classroom, "I will be your potions master this term and the terms to come, hopefully. There will be no foolish wand waving, and no silly incantations. I can teach you how to regrow bones, transform objects and even yourself. And even teach you how to cease death when even within a mere centimeter away from the cold, dark, emptiness called fatality.
"From here on out, you may call me."He stopped suddenly. His eyes had landed on a boy with glasses, black hair and.a uniquely shaped scar upon his forehead. Had he seen him before? The name was on the tip of his tongue.what was it? His nephew, James.Potter. Yes. That's it, "Harry Potter?"
Some burst out laughing, "Well, that's odd. Because I could have sworn that that was his name also." A girl from the Gryffindor group pointed.
"SILENCE, idiot girl." He turned his head back to Harry, "My name is Tom Riddle, Great Uncle of yours, my dear boy. It's been so many years...and I would have never thought that you would end up in Slytherin. So little of us have." He whispered as he knelt in front of Harry.
"I was starting to wonder how much longer it would be before I would see you again.. I apologize for not being there at the Sorting.urgent business, I daresay. I want to speak with you after class, please."
Harry only nodded at the man before him. Was this the 'Great Uncle' that all the Slytherins bragged about to the poor boy? The one they spoke about the first night? This guy was a whack.
"Now class.shall we begin today's lesson?" asked Professor Riddle. His crimson eyes beaming.
Harry had lost himself in thought throughout the rest of the class. They swarmed around in his head.his relatives..
The only family members that he ever knew existed before his eleventh birthday were the Dursley's. Then he comes to Hogwarts for the first time, and finds out that he has a godfather. And within a week, they were already so close.or so he thought.
*Flashback*
"Do you.remember my father, Uncle Sirius?" The two, Harry and Sirius, lay stretched out along the sandy grass on the Quiddich pitch out by the school.
Sirius sighed. He knew the questions would come sooner or later. He just wished that they were later rather than sooner, "Yes," it was barely a whisper.as if saying it with a childish fear, "Who could forget him. We were best friends."
"What was he like?" said Harry in a calm voice.
"As students at Hogwarts, we were very mischievous. The four of us, your dad, Remus, Peter and I, would go around school pulling pranks." He chuckled, "But as we all grew older, we all matured. All in different ways, too. Your father was always an open-minded person, and he fell in love with Lily Evans.and got married. They had you and you were the best thing that ever happened to them, Harry. And Remus and I would come and visit often. Peter, on the other hand, was never heard of again."
There was a short pause as if skipping through a timeline, "That's when things started getting weird. Your father started acting strange.no matter how happy he looked, there was always a sadness in his eyes, and it wasn't until it was too late that I realized that he could see what was happening.what was going to happen."
There was another irritating moment of silence, before Harry spoke again, "Why do you.hate the Slytherins so much?"
"All the Houses hate each other Harry, especially the Slytherins and Gryffindors." He sat up.
"But, is there a reason? What did they ever do to you?"
"Do we really have to talk about this?"
"You don't have the answer, do you? There is no reason, is there?" Harry stood up a little frustrated.
Sirius shrugged, "I don't have an answer to that.other than I don't know how it all started."
They spoke no more of either matter.
*End flashback*
It just doesn't make sense though.what happened with Sirius?
But no matter how many times Harry told himself that the man was so much of a father to him.there was a sort of distance between them. Something that neither of them could fill. Something that Harry didn't want to admit even to himself.
"Harry.*Harry*! Class is over." Harry looked up at the blonde before him.
"Oh." replied Harry. "Thanks. I'll catch up with you, you go ahead." He started to gather his books.
"Mr. Potter, may I have a word with you in my office?" Professor Riddle opened his lounge door.
"Yes, sir." He turned back to Draco, "I'll catch you later." Darco nodded and Harry waked down to the door the professor held open, and the man ushered him inside.
"Please, my dear boy. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable," said Professor Riddle, and he did, "My, my.it's been so long.. Where should I start?"
"How 'bout telling me who you are to me?"
"I'm your uncle. Your great uncle, actually. I was your father's uncle, your great grandmother's son. And your grandmother's brother. Oh, and Salazar Slytherin's Great, Great, Great Grandson."
"So, what they said.is true. I am related to Salazar Slytherin in some way."
"Yes, you are. And I'd have to say that I'm very proud of you.ending up in Slythein." Said the older heir.
The youth stood up, "Okay, wait. This is going all way too fast. I *just* got here at Hogwarts and I'm just now figuring out that I have relatives.blood or not."
"If you're talking about Sirius, drop it. I have no desire to talk about that hideous infection," said Riddle, crossing his arms like a child, "We never could get along. That's why you never find me in the Great Hall with the other Professors."
"I never said that I wanted to talk about him.I'm just saying that.this is all happening all too fast.I don't want anymore relatives. I was better off without them. I was better off without any of this."
"Sit down, boy," reluctantly, Harry did, "Now, I can understand how you may feel about Sirius, for I hate him myself, but your going to have to understand that not everyone favors us Slytherins."
"But, why?" asked Harry.
The red eyed man only shrugged, "I'd love the answer to that myself, but I don't have it. This conflict had gone on since Grandfather Salazar's time. I don't know.
"So, how do you like being in Slytherin so far?" He gave the young man on the other side of his desk a sly smile, "Has the 'worshipping' gotten on your nerves yet?"
Harry laughed, "The first day! That's when I finally had to tell them all.command them.to all stop waiting on me. I told them that I just wanted to be a normal kid, so far it's working."
Riddle started shaking his head with a smile, "That was the same with me. I asked them to stop also, but it only asked for about a week, before they realized how to bend the rules." He shrugged, "I learned to live with it."
"Is that all, Professor?"
The man's eyes grew, "You had better be kidding, Harry. You're not going to address me as 'Professor' outside of class." The man sighed, "Call me anything; Tom, Uncle Tom. Just nothing formal. But, yes, that's all."
End of Chapter 11
I tried to clear things up for you all.I did my best. Just have to wait for later chapters. I'm even sort of excited to see how it turns out.
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