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The coffee was dark and strong, exactly the way Armando Dippet liked it. Sitting comfortably in his huge armchair; he felt completely at rest.
Unfortunately his peace was interrupted as his chamber door opened with a bang!
"Mercy! What a fracas you cause Daniel!"
Professor Kaiser came into the room followed by Professor Dumbledore and two other teachers.
"We researched on each student and so far I see none who could possibly be the heir of Slytherin," finished Kaiser slamming down a bundle of parchments on the Headmaster's table.
"I wouldn't be quite sure about that Dan—"began Dumbledore but he was interrupted by a witch with sharp pinched features.
"I quite agree with Daniel; Ravenclaw definitely seem to hold the most highly unlikely students to become an heir to destruction," she added defensively staring stonily from her square glassed spectacles.
"The Hufflepuffs are known to cause the least trouble in all the centuries. Besides the students in my house are too humble to cause bedlams," retorted a dumpy old wizard taking off his hat to wipe the sweat from his bald head.
Professor Dippet sighed and collapsed into his chair and Albus Dumbledore looked icily at him.
"We never should judge a book by its cover..." he whispered quietly, gazing piercingly through his half moon spectacles while Kaiser clapped him on the back.
"Now Albus... There has to be a mistake! Maybe it's a false alarm! If anyone's the heir of Slytherin; then it has to be Felix Potter."
A series of guffaws echoed the room but Dumbledore didn't join in.
"I would focus my attention on Tom Riddle..." he admonished crossing his arms.
"Tom Riddle? The orphaned boy?" asked the thin witch smiling while the dumpy wizard laughed hysterically at the thought.
But this time Professor Kaiser looked annoyed.
"Tom is the most improbable suspect, Albus... He's in fact the best student I have ever taught!"
"And that makes him dangerous..." declared Dumbledore quietly.
Everyone turned to look at the auburn haired wizard.
"Did you find anything particularly suspicious about him?" asked Professor Dippet narrowing his eyes.
"No... But he is unusual. His past is quite unclear, besides for the fact that his Mother is Vesta Slytherin. And the name "Slytherin" itself is suspicious enough to immerse him in grave doubt."
"Albus is right... We need to keep a close watch on him," confirmed the Headmaster rising from his seat.
"The boy's father is a muggle, Albus... Salazar would chose a pure blood, surely?" quipped the witch but she was interrupted by a loud exclamation.
"That's preposterous! Tom is marvelous! In fact he's a great Quidditch player! I even wanted to talk to you about putting him on the team!" cried Kaiser.
"Absolutely not, Daniel! First years aren't allowed on the Quidditch team. The law is the law! I forbid it!"
"I suppose that if Albus had asked, you'd have said yes..." replied Professor Kaiser scathingly before opening the door to rush out.
Dumbledore tried to follow but Professor Dippet gripped him by the shoulder.
"He's still young Albus... He didn't mean it..." he started. "Alana? Jim? Go and calm Dan down... "requested Dippet nodding his head in encouragement at the witch and the wizard.
When they were alone the Headmaster leaned against the table and glanced at Dumbledore silently...
"What is it Albus? Is it true that his father is a muggle?"
"Yes... He's father is a muggle but still I feel some sort of a unique energy in that boy... He is unusually intelligent for his age..."
"That can't be called a crime!"
"No... But in those tired eyes, I often see a gleaming passion... Almost like a burning fire."
"You are too superstitious... The child may look funny but that's no reason to suspect him much?"
"My instinct tells me that I'm right Armando... It has never failed me so far..."
"Of course I don't doubt your instinct Albus... Be alert...But try to be soft with the boy...He's after all, only a child..." said Professor Dippet before pulling out a book from the shelf to read.
"All the same, I will keep a watch out for him...We'd never know when 'children' might turn into beasts" stated Dumbledore softly, before descending down the steps after exiting the Headmaster's chamber.
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The knife pierced a dead body over and over again; slashing into the skin to cause burrows of wounds.
"NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!" crackled a voice filled with intolerable hatred.
Finally the slayer threw away his stained knife and began to lick the blood splashed body.
"Mmmmmm..." He loved the taste of the raw gashes ... The mere smell of blood was extremely comforting to him.
After licking away the caked red fluid from his dead meal; he rolled up his sleeves... A smile of delight mapped his face...
His scales were gleaming and his claws were gaining its razor edge...
"Tom...Revive me, when you come to power..." he moaned, walking towards a clear pool...
Into the water he gazed... His reflection mocked him.
In paranoia he ran his hand on top of his head, but instead of hair, scaly bumps came under his touch...
"I AM A MONSTER! A MONSTER!" he bellowed stomping on the water to distort his manifestation.
In despair, he sank into the cold mud on the bank; his hand covered his slit red eyes...
"POTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!" He roared finally as he rose... The sound echoed all around the dense forest and birds flew away in horror at the raucous noise.
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"I have been trailing the muggle murders for days, without luck!" grumbled a voice as a wizard entered a dimly lit room.
"Now Alastor...We're trying our best! This murderer is quite tricky; I have a suspicion that he's an unregistered Animagus."
"First of all we don't know if this murderer is a 'he' or 'she,' Kingsley..." muttered Moody shoving away heaps of papers scattered on the desk. "No time to 'assume' theories."
"We have found a knife at the scene of murder...Even the Unspeakables has sent a report, determining that the murderer is some sort of a scaly creature..."
"Let me see it!" cried the eager Auror as he gripped a long parchment.
"As you read, you'll find out that this 'creature' feeds on blood and wounds, sometimes even bile and other ghastly things..." commented Kingsley Shacklebolt." I've also found out that such creatures have usually come into existence by a wrongly cast spell... Otherwise the alternative conclusion is that, it is an Animagus."
"Interesting...The Unspeakables have found the word 'Potter' carved by a claw or something on a tree..." murmured Moody scrolling the parchment ahead.
"Yes...Another clue... But I don't know how it could help. Lots of people hate the Potters."
"Most hate Kenneth Potter and his family..." corrected Moody. "But Jim Potter is rather famous and well loved. In fact he's holding charitable functions at St. Mungo's, right at this very moment.
Kingsley smirked. "It's very ironic to know, how two brothers can be so different as the night and the day..."
"Indeed," concluded Moody. "Listen to this: the creature shed its scales as it went! The Unspeakables are checking its origin."
"This 'creature' seems to prey on Muggles... Don't you think we should send a message to the muggle newspapers to caution people against it?"
"I already did that..." replied Moody rising up. "We have some snooping around to do, Kingsley..."
So out the two went in haste, pocketing the parchments in their long robes.
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"Who's that woman, Tom?" asked a posh blond haired woman as she heard wails of a female voice outside the window.
"Who knows?" replied Tom (Senior), placing his legs on top of stool and yawning.
"You should know! She's saying that she's pregnant with YOUR baby!" yelled an angry voice and Tom turned his head to glimpse the red face of his father.
"Of course not! That woman's a fraud! No doubt, she wants to have a bite off our wealth with such shameless accusations," retorted Tom carelessly.
The blond haired woman came next to her son and put an arm around him. "Now Damon, don't get angry over poor Tom... You know he's an angel... These village women are nothing but hypocrites! Ask Frank to chase her off our property... Honestly she's stepping on my prize carnations!"
"Yes dear... I was planning on building a wall to keep these riff raff out anyway..." stated her husband as he left the room.
Silence filled the place except for the screams of the woman who cried aimlessly that she was carrying 'Tom Riddle's' child...
Tom watched the woman, through the windows with cruel amusement. She had been so naïve and so easy to possess...
With a laugh he picked up a magazine. Nothing ever affected him... Women were nothing but toys to him... Play...But when you loose interest; simply throw them away....
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A/N: To be continued as soon as possible.
The coffee was dark and strong, exactly the way Armando Dippet liked it. Sitting comfortably in his huge armchair; he felt completely at rest.
Unfortunately his peace was interrupted as his chamber door opened with a bang!
"Mercy! What a fracas you cause Daniel!"
Professor Kaiser came into the room followed by Professor Dumbledore and two other teachers.
"We researched on each student and so far I see none who could possibly be the heir of Slytherin," finished Kaiser slamming down a bundle of parchments on the Headmaster's table.
"I wouldn't be quite sure about that Dan—"began Dumbledore but he was interrupted by a witch with sharp pinched features.
"I quite agree with Daniel; Ravenclaw definitely seem to hold the most highly unlikely students to become an heir to destruction," she added defensively staring stonily from her square glassed spectacles.
"The Hufflepuffs are known to cause the least trouble in all the centuries. Besides the students in my house are too humble to cause bedlams," retorted a dumpy old wizard taking off his hat to wipe the sweat from his bald head.
Professor Dippet sighed and collapsed into his chair and Albus Dumbledore looked icily at him.
"We never should judge a book by its cover..." he whispered quietly, gazing piercingly through his half moon spectacles while Kaiser clapped him on the back.
"Now Albus... There has to be a mistake! Maybe it's a false alarm! If anyone's the heir of Slytherin; then it has to be Felix Potter."
A series of guffaws echoed the room but Dumbledore didn't join in.
"I would focus my attention on Tom Riddle..." he admonished crossing his arms.
"Tom Riddle? The orphaned boy?" asked the thin witch smiling while the dumpy wizard laughed hysterically at the thought.
But this time Professor Kaiser looked annoyed.
"Tom is the most improbable suspect, Albus... He's in fact the best student I have ever taught!"
"And that makes him dangerous..." declared Dumbledore quietly.
Everyone turned to look at the auburn haired wizard.
"Did you find anything particularly suspicious about him?" asked Professor Dippet narrowing his eyes.
"No... But he is unusual. His past is quite unclear, besides for the fact that his Mother is Vesta Slytherin. And the name "Slytherin" itself is suspicious enough to immerse him in grave doubt."
"Albus is right... We need to keep a close watch on him," confirmed the Headmaster rising from his seat.
"The boy's father is a muggle, Albus... Salazar would chose a pure blood, surely?" quipped the witch but she was interrupted by a loud exclamation.
"That's preposterous! Tom is marvelous! In fact he's a great Quidditch player! I even wanted to talk to you about putting him on the team!" cried Kaiser.
"Absolutely not, Daniel! First years aren't allowed on the Quidditch team. The law is the law! I forbid it!"
"I suppose that if Albus had asked, you'd have said yes..." replied Professor Kaiser scathingly before opening the door to rush out.
Dumbledore tried to follow but Professor Dippet gripped him by the shoulder.
"He's still young Albus... He didn't mean it..." he started. "Alana? Jim? Go and calm Dan down... "requested Dippet nodding his head in encouragement at the witch and the wizard.
When they were alone the Headmaster leaned against the table and glanced at Dumbledore silently...
"What is it Albus? Is it true that his father is a muggle?"
"Yes... He's father is a muggle but still I feel some sort of a unique energy in that boy... He is unusually intelligent for his age..."
"That can't be called a crime!"
"No... But in those tired eyes, I often see a gleaming passion... Almost like a burning fire."
"You are too superstitious... The child may look funny but that's no reason to suspect him much?"
"My instinct tells me that I'm right Armando... It has never failed me so far..."
"Of course I don't doubt your instinct Albus... Be alert...But try to be soft with the boy...He's after all, only a child..." said Professor Dippet before pulling out a book from the shelf to read.
"All the same, I will keep a watch out for him...We'd never know when 'children' might turn into beasts" stated Dumbledore softly, before descending down the steps after exiting the Headmaster's chamber.
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The knife pierced a dead body over and over again; slashing into the skin to cause burrows of wounds.
"NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!" crackled a voice filled with intolerable hatred.
Finally the slayer threw away his stained knife and began to lick the blood splashed body.
"Mmmmmm..." He loved the taste of the raw gashes ... The mere smell of blood was extremely comforting to him.
After licking away the caked red fluid from his dead meal; he rolled up his sleeves... A smile of delight mapped his face...
His scales were gleaming and his claws were gaining its razor edge...
"Tom...Revive me, when you come to power..." he moaned, walking towards a clear pool...
Into the water he gazed... His reflection mocked him.
In paranoia he ran his hand on top of his head, but instead of hair, scaly bumps came under his touch...
"I AM A MONSTER! A MONSTER!" he bellowed stomping on the water to distort his manifestation.
In despair, he sank into the cold mud on the bank; his hand covered his slit red eyes...
"POTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!" He roared finally as he rose... The sound echoed all around the dense forest and birds flew away in horror at the raucous noise.
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"I have been trailing the muggle murders for days, without luck!" grumbled a voice as a wizard entered a dimly lit room.
"Now Alastor...We're trying our best! This murderer is quite tricky; I have a suspicion that he's an unregistered Animagus."
"First of all we don't know if this murderer is a 'he' or 'she,' Kingsley..." muttered Moody shoving away heaps of papers scattered on the desk. "No time to 'assume' theories."
"We have found a knife at the scene of murder...Even the Unspeakables has sent a report, determining that the murderer is some sort of a scaly creature..."
"Let me see it!" cried the eager Auror as he gripped a long parchment.
"As you read, you'll find out that this 'creature' feeds on blood and wounds, sometimes even bile and other ghastly things..." commented Kingsley Shacklebolt." I've also found out that such creatures have usually come into existence by a wrongly cast spell... Otherwise the alternative conclusion is that, it is an Animagus."
"Interesting...The Unspeakables have found the word 'Potter' carved by a claw or something on a tree..." murmured Moody scrolling the parchment ahead.
"Yes...Another clue... But I don't know how it could help. Lots of people hate the Potters."
"Most hate Kenneth Potter and his family..." corrected Moody. "But Jim Potter is rather famous and well loved. In fact he's holding charitable functions at St. Mungo's, right at this very moment.
Kingsley smirked. "It's very ironic to know, how two brothers can be so different as the night and the day..."
"Indeed," concluded Moody. "Listen to this: the creature shed its scales as it went! The Unspeakables are checking its origin."
"This 'creature' seems to prey on Muggles... Don't you think we should send a message to the muggle newspapers to caution people against it?"
"I already did that..." replied Moody rising up. "We have some snooping around to do, Kingsley..."
So out the two went in haste, pocketing the parchments in their long robes.
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"Who's that woman, Tom?" asked a posh blond haired woman as she heard wails of a female voice outside the window.
"Who knows?" replied Tom (Senior), placing his legs on top of stool and yawning.
"You should know! She's saying that she's pregnant with YOUR baby!" yelled an angry voice and Tom turned his head to glimpse the red face of his father.
"Of course not! That woman's a fraud! No doubt, she wants to have a bite off our wealth with such shameless accusations," retorted Tom carelessly.
The blond haired woman came next to her son and put an arm around him. "Now Damon, don't get angry over poor Tom... You know he's an angel... These village women are nothing but hypocrites! Ask Frank to chase her off our property... Honestly she's stepping on my prize carnations!"
"Yes dear... I was planning on building a wall to keep these riff raff out anyway..." stated her husband as he left the room.
Silence filled the place except for the screams of the woman who cried aimlessly that she was carrying 'Tom Riddle's' child...
Tom watched the woman, through the windows with cruel amusement. She had been so naïve and so easy to possess...
With a laugh he picked up a magazine. Nothing ever affected him... Women were nothing but toys to him... Play...But when you loose interest; simply throw them away....
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A/N: To be continued as soon as possible.
