I Am Dansmesyeux Riddle

~Part Two~

Chapter 20

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hogwarts angel: Dan is seven (unless I have him mixed up with my cousin). Oh and I'm sorry about the chapter mix up of 13 and 12. I fixed it so please check out the twelfth chapter.

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Hold fast to your friends

Be true to yourself

And stop tryin' to be just like somebody else

Be Yourself

MxPx "Play it Loud"

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Previous Chapter: "OK," Dan said, a single tear rolling down his cheek. Without as much as a goodbye Severus left…

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**(7 years later; 1993)**

Dan Riddle sat on the edge of his large four-poster bed, an expensive guitar that he had received from one of the Death Eaters that severed his father, the Dark Lord Voldemort, as a gift. Dan, much to his father's dismay, was fascinated with music and writing songs. Of course he wasn't all that good of a guitar player, but he knew for a fact that he could sing fairly well.

As he practiced (and messed up) Dan put all his efforts into it. He was determined to teach himself. Barty Crouch had offered his assistance with instructing him on how to because he used to love playing the guitar, but Dan had insisted on learning on his own. He didn't think that it was going to be this hard, but he was obviously wrong. This was even harder then learning the Cruciatus Curse in last week's lesson. The only difference in his frustration now was that Draco Malfoy wasn't here to make him look bad.

Draco may have been his best friend but they were almost nothing alike. Draco got to go to Hogwarts, and he liked Quidditch (mostly because he could show off); Dan liked to stay in his room and practice the work that his private tutor had assigned him, and he liked to mess around with his guitar.

They also preferred to dress in two VERY different ways. Draco wore black robes for most occasions. Dan on the other hand liked to experiment with muggle clothes (another thing that his father disliked). Right now the Riddle heir was warring pants that were way too big for him and an oversized t-shit to match. His dusty, black hair was always messy (not naturally but because he liked it so), and it always stood straight up or out to the sides as if it were spiked. Draco liked to keep his silvery-blonde hair looking sleek.

Sighing, Dan tried to play a short song. His fingers glided across the strings like a surfboard over water, steady and easy. He looked so natural playing the musical instrument. When he finished the song he bowed to an imaginary crowd and stood up.

Young Master, is a natural with his musics, sir," came the shy voice of Abby the house-elf.

"Thanks," Dan said to as he turned toward the voice of the house-elf. "Is there something you need, Abby?"

"Young Master, is too kind to Abby," squeaked the elf in an embarrassed tone. "Mater is wanting you in his Study, sir."

Dan groaned and said, "Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Yes, sir." With a pop Abby disappeared. She was most likely off to report to his father.

His father…It was a surprise that his father actually wanted to speak with him. They usually tried to avoid all forms of unnecessary conversation. Dan felt for his bed, and when he found it he set his guitar on it. Then he left his room.  

Making sure that he heard no one around him, he grabbed a hold of the doorknob to make sure that he knew where is was and whispered a spell to secure the door shut. He then placed his wand in his pocket and began to walk.

He rounded the corner and he pulled out his special glasses, placing them on his face carefully. His father would be livid if he knew that he wasn't wearing the glasses as they were the very contraption that helped him to see. As he made his way to the third floor (he was now on the fifth) he heard the crash of a bucket and water splashing everywhere. He looked ahead and saw an eleven year-old Angel standing over the bucket of water with a terrified look upon his face.

"Hey. What's up?" the black haired boy jumped, and the second he spotted Dan he dropped to one knee in respect. Dan sighed and walked toward him. "You don't have to do that when no one is around."

"I'm sorry, Master Dan," Angel said, flinching as the Riddle heir helped him to his feet. His green eyes didn't dare meet Dan's turquoise ones that were covered by his special glasses. "I don't want any trouble, sir. I just want to finish cleaning so that Master Malfoy may allow me to eat."  

Dan couldn't help but notice the fear that was in his friend's tone. He hated that his father would treat Angel like this just because he had no magical talent, just because he was a muggle. Even so, Dan knew that deep down muggles and wizards really weren't that different. They were both humans and all Dan could do was guess that somewhere down the line his father forgot that fact. 

"You know what, Angel-" Dan started to say but the frightened boy in front of him cut him off.

"Please don't call me by my first name, sir. I'll get into trouble again." Angel bent down to the ground and began to soak up the soapy water with his torn and oversized t-shirt.  

"I guess I'll talk to you later then," Dan mumbled as he continued on his way to his father's study. The dark halls were illuminated with an occasional window or torch. There were portraits of almost every dark wizard family in existence hanging on the gray, stone walls.

"Isss there sssomewhere you are going, massster?" came the voice of his long-time friend and pet, Angina the Corn Snake. He had owned Angina for seven long years which meant that she still had about thirteen lives of her life left since her sort lived for twenty years.

"Yeah," Dan grumbled. "Father wants me."

"Sssso why the long face?" Angina slithered up Dan's leg and came up by his neck. She was a good four feet long now and as far as he knew she was still growing.

"I'm not sure…lately Father has been acting harsh. I believe it's the fault of those blasted Order of the Phoenix members. You know, Dumbledore and his goon squad." With a sigh Dan plucked Angina off of his shoulder and set her on the floor. "I'll meet you back in my room later." Without a response the snake slithered off and out of sight as Dan headed to his father.

Once outside the room he hesitated before knocking. "Come in." The Riddle heir obeyed his father's command and entered, slowly closing the door behind him. The Dark Lord was currently looking out the same window that, as a younger child, Dan had years ago. Voldemort's arms were folded behind his back and stayed that way as he turned around to face his son.

"Dan," his father acknowledged him. His black hair was a lot different in style compared to Dan's chaotic look.

Dan half bowed in response. There wasn't a single person in the entire castle that wouldn't show some sort of respect toward their father, let alone if he was the Dark Lord.

"The elf said you wanted me?" Dan said. That was another rule; never call a servant by their name whether they were human or elf.

"The elf didn't lie," Voldemort said before getting down to business. "Did you finish all of your schoolwork that was assigned by Rookwood?"

Dan nodded. That had been the first thing that he had done at the beginning of Christmas Break (which was yesterday). Unlike Draco, Dan got work every break and did it. His teacher, Augustus Rookwood (one of the best Death Eaters), was strict but fair.

"That is exactly what I wanted to hear," praised Voldemort. "You will make a fine heir to the thrown one day, my son. That is exactly why you will be attending an adult dinner party in a few days and I want to make it clear that you are to be appropriately dressed." His red eyes flickered over his son's muggle clothes in dislike.

"I will be, Father," Dan promised. He didn't really like the idea of attending a dinner party especially since this was going to be his first one. A few of the Death Eaters strongly disliked him because he represented everything that they stood against and they claimed that Voldemort couldn't see it.   

"Very well, Dan. You may leave." With another bow Dan left the room. Once in the hallway Dan looked down at his clothes and sighed. He hated dressing like a wizard even though he was one. Robes made it hard to move around when he wanted to play Quidditch or just relax.

"Hey, Dan!"

Dan looked up and watched as Jane Marigold came running at top speed toward him, her tangled brown hair flying behind her. She stopped in front of him and grabbed a hold of his arm. "Come on! Draco invited us to play Quidditch."

"Us?" Dan said.

"Yeah. Kristen, Play, and me. Now come on!" said she.

"I really don't want to." Dan pulled off his glasses and placed them into his pocket with his wand. As he went to turn he suddenly got an idea. "Hey, Jane!" he called.

"I'm standing right here, Dan," came her voice from his left. He searched for her with his hand and found her elbow. He grinned in embarrassment and said, in his normal voice, "I'll play with you guys if you will help me with my training and then help me find a stick that would make a good piece of carving wood."

Jane laughed playfully and shoved him, laughing. "Ok. You got yourself a deal." Dan smiled in her direction. A good work out was exactly what he needed to forget the many problems that he faced because he was the Dark Lord's son.

"Come on then. Let's get going," said Jane. 

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A/N: So, was it worth the wait? I hope so because I've re-read this and re-written it SO MANY TIMES that I still don't feel comfortable with it. Don't worry. We will see more of Draco Malfoy later. Severus will make his comeback soon. I'm not sure how long I want to make Part Two but I'm thinking about…10 chapters. Oh and don't hate me for taking a bit longer than usual. I'm working on some original Fanfiction of my own at the moment along with this story.    

~Moony~